The Girl in Manhattan

• Airline lover •

Scraping the floors of terminal 2, Kayla rolled her mildly small suitcase through the crowds of people, making her way towards a sign that read 'STARBUCKS COFFEE'. A deep sigh seeped from her lips. It was one thing that almost reminded her of home. Not her home. Sammy. She was home. She was the one person to understand Kay's way of thinking, speaking, anything she did really. She was always the person that when kay asked how she looked she would reply 'beautiful, as always'. Sammy was the one to steer Kay into the right direction. She was also the one to correct her when she was wrong, which was hardly ever because in Kayla's eyes, she's always right. Sammy tried to correct her anyway. She was always the one to change kayla's way of thinking. Sammy was also the one to teach Kayla how to share, because before that Kayla had fought with another child in kindergarten over a toy truck. Yet again, Sammy was there. It was weird because, now Sammy... she wasn't there. Kayla missed her, her smile, her laugh, even her eye rolls when Kayla had attitude towards her.

She missed home.

After finally stepping foot into the café, she ordered a latte, in a take out cup because that place was crawling with people, people who Kayla didn't know. That was a HUGE no. After checking in and getting through security, Kayla boarded her flight, awaiting a 'safe flight' call from her mother. A call that never came, because Kayla was now 4 hours into her flight. The clouds fulfilled the sky like sea waves, and the planes as dolphins. Sunset arrived and a pink warmth scattered the entire sky with hints of orange and purple trailing behind, indicating hope for tomorrow. I always think worrying won't change anything, and there is no point in worrying about the future, the fate is in god's hands, yet lately I rethink that motto. Considering what it is Kay has gone through. Maybe God makes some bad decisions. Bad decisions that go to the people who don't deserve them.

A plane passed below. Looking at it, it's just a plane. But, when you look at it, it becomes so much more. It's a huge piece of machinery that is having so many peoples lives depending on it. One special life on that plane, was a man. Kayla doesn't know he exists, but I do. His name is Elijah. He's travelling alone. He's a pretty good business man, very independent, and likes to be alone. He hates conflict and people, a lot like Kayla. Elijah doesn't have much family. He has his brother. Noah. Noah, is the complete opposite of Elijah. He's an extrovert, loves talking to new people and his job is teaching. Anyway, back to Elijah. Elijah sat, with his computer on his tray table beside, a book titled 'The sky, the north and the west'. A steamed brew of tea accompanied the two objects on the tray table. Facing, was Elijah. A ruffled brown haired man. Tanned skin with a freckle above his left furrowed eyebrow. Blue specks peered through the green colour of his eyes. He fixed his beige, knitted turtle neck jumper and repositioned his glasses to sit comfortably on his head frame. He stared deeply into his computer, as if he was writing something at that moment in time. Your all probably wondering how I know so much about Elijah.

Hi, I'm Elijah.