the art
of life
is letting
go.
-"I don't know how you are so familiar to me- or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conc...
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The driver stops by a certain place where a private jet was parked. I get off the motorcycle and hide behind one of the cars on a big parking lot which wasn't that far away from Coco's car.
Coco runs out together with a, to me unknown girl, who was wearing glasses. Soon another car gets there and Coco invites them inside. It was a blonde haired man with an older lady.
Soon I realize I'm not the only one coming for the plane. Bunches of people were running towards it. Coco's chauffeur starts shooting them. I knew this was my chance. They all left their luggage outside.
I run as fast as my legs can carry me and at last, I finally get in one of the suitcases unnoticed. I left it a little open so I could still observe the situation. The man shot a few people, then backed off and put the luggage, including the suitcase I was in, at the back of the aircraft.
He just threw me inside and it hurt a lot. It was hot in there and I felt all sweaty. I didn't know what was going on in the short meantime but I soon felt we took off.
Nothing was happening for a good while. I just overheard conversations from people on the plane. They mentioned some kind of an outpost. Maybe there was a chance for me.
There was a little opening on the doors and I was peeking through. I suddenly felt the whole plane shake. I hit my hip, and my rib and my head and... Well everything. Yet Coco was the one screaming...
I saw our city in flames. Everything I've ever known, turned to ashes. I felt my chest ache with a thought of Wilhemina probably being in that blast. I did my best to stop the tears, as I still needed to stay quiet.
I was sweating more with each minute I spent there. Probably from all the anxiety and the heat itself. It was at least 110°F outside and the rain wasn't cooling anything down. It was getting hard to breathe.
I heard one of the people on the plane cry. Probably Coco again. -God, she is so eccentric...-I thought to myself.
I heard the pilot state that we are landing soon. I got ready to be thrown around again as they all thought I was just Coco's luggage.
Somebody takes the suitcase I was in and almost drops it;
-"Jesus, Coco! What did you bring?"
-"Nothing, Gallant... Just... necessities? It isn't that heavy."
-"This is like 300 pounds, Coco..."-Gallant says sarcastically.
