《 airplane 》

alone

As she walked down the narrow streets of the city Yesha thought she was only person in the world. The wind blew her hair, the cool breeze felt comforting, Like there was someone with her, someone someone to guide her through the unknown city.

The hospital was back in the distance. Yesha stopped and turned around, She looked back at the faded hospital on the horizon. It was times like these that she thought it was over, That she wished that the experience was a dream just a story in her head all made up victims of her imagination that will just fade away and be replaced with new thoughts.

But this wasn't like that this actually happened. It was real she was here she actually crashed here

Connor was actually dying

And it was all her fault.
Yesha could feel her eyes starting to water. She sight got fuzzy as her thoughts croupted her entire body. She could feel her legs start to shake, The wind blowing on her legs like it was supporting her.
She collapsed on the street. The wet stone looked to be older then time it's self. The ground was cold she couldn't look at the sky without picturing the plane falling to its unimpeded doom
All because of her.......

The brick was where'd down she rubed her finger back and forth on the stone and watched at the tiny minerals crumpled and fell from her hand of to a nearby stone.

She picture the plane.
"Its just like the rocks"
she thought as her tear hit the pile of rock dust she had made.
"They fell because of me...
All those people"

She looked around her the long narrow side-street, As she pictured herself as a grain of rock hitting the lage stone. She felt like she was a lead blowing in with her wind guide blowing her though the large city of Vilnius. Mabye then she won't feel so small,

Mabye she won't feel like dust on a stone