AN:
This is a short one, but in the end, I like the way it turned out. It reminds me of the previous airplane chapter 💜
This chapter is dedicated to @One_Little_Feather for your votes in DOF
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Margot first person pov:
I sit in my seat next to the window on the airplane, my left hands' fingers fiddling with the new ring that sits on my right hand on my ring finger. It's a silver ring, made up of two bands that join together, one plain, the other encrusted with white crystals.
The plane will take off soon. I'll be in the air within minutes. The plane will fly across the ocean. And then I'll have truly left it all behind.
Outside my little oval-shaped window, the sky is just starting to turn deep blue and muted black; it's not quite ready for the stars to come. It's now twilight. And rain that started an hour ago in a tear-like drizzle, now falls in soft streams, painting the outside of the plane and washing the view of the airport and runways away in a comforting blur.
But as soothing as the rain is, I'd rather be able to see Paris fade away from me when the plane takes flight. France is, after all, the only home I've ever known. It was not a perfect home, and it was not a peaceful one, not anything like the place I'm headed, but it was mine.
Feeling a chill sweep around me from some draft above, I look up and twist the air valve shut, but the coldness remains and drives me to pull my thick sweater closer to my body and re-tie the knot at the side of my waist to keep it secure.
The person next to me has their phone on the open tray in front of them and my eyes snag on it as the screen lights up. I'm instantly reminded of Mayla and the last text I got from her:
May-flower ♡:
The new accounts are all set up
Have a good flight and let us know once you've landed safely
Take as much time as you need. We'll be here for you when you're ready.
But just as I was about to reply, the overhead speakers blared with the announcement that my plane was now boarding and I had to shut off my phone.
Mayla won't get another message from my phone again. Was my last thought.
And then I threw my phone into the dustbin and walked away.
I'm jerked back to the present, as the woman beside me takes her phone, glances at it, and then sets it back down again.
I wrap my arms around my stomach and lead my head against the side of the headrest staring out at the rain cloaked twilight. I fiddle with my new ring, bought only half an hour ago in the duty free, and try not to think about my soulmate, try not to think about my boyfriend, or my parents. I'm not even sure what I should be thinking about.
The plane starts to move and the image behind the glass pane of my window jerks and spins as we start to head down the runway before properly taking off.
I should be scared, or nervous, or excited. Instead I just feel drained, like there's not enough energy in me to feel anything I'm supposed to be feeling. But maybe that's because of my conversation earlier with my... with Park Jimin.
He looked like he saw me, not just physically but who I am on the inside. He looked like he knew and understood. And that scares me, because how can he know if I don't fully understand it myself?
"Do you ever go to the room?" he asked before I left. And I don't think he was talking about anywhere in France or South Korea for that matter.
I go to the forest. I wanted to say. But that forest filled with thorns and screams is not a place I would wish him to know of, and I never went there on my own free will.
But if there were another place, a place he knew of and hoped that I'd...
Closing my eyes to the window of tears, I do the one thing I swore I'd never do: I reach inside myself and reach for the soulmate bond.
I don't know why I'm doing this. I shouldn't be doing this. Or maybe, that idea too, isn't real.
It hits me sooner than I thought as if it were just below the surface and not buried down as I thought it might be. I try not to panic, try not to shake or become sick, but to my surprise, the illness doesn't come. It's soft too, but cool like winter air. The invisible hand that I reached out lands on something solid; it feels so real and yet I know that if I were to open my eyes I wouldn't find anything.
My invisible hand wraps around it, and I inhale as I realize what it is: a door handle.
I could go in.
But he might be there.
Would that be so bad?
Is that even possible?
This is the room he spoke of. That, I'm sure. But what I'm not sure of - what I've never been sure of - is myself. I'm not ready for this.
My hand retracts and pulls away from the door handle.
Not yet. But maybe... maybe someday.
I open my eyes and stare out the rainy window. The plane takes off. The world drops away to darkness. And still, I sit by the window a while longer.
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AN:
I hope you guys liked it, and I'll see you soon! Happy October everyone!
Borahae
- Leia 💜
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