Missing Piece | H.S

Prologe

The plane was comfortably silent. The only thing that could be heard was the small gust of wind blowing from above. He leaned back into his seat and mindlessly watched as people entered the plane. there began to be a low hum of murmur erupting through the plane, pulling him back into consciousness.

The whispers spoke of the woman at the entrance of the plane. They spoke of who she was. Questions on why she was here. Opinions on how much of a wreck she looked like.

And she did look like a big mess. She's wearing a tattered wedding dress, clearly new but dirtied from whatever she'd been through. Her face pale, her eyes dead, and she moved like her body is made of cement.

But one can still see her beauty. Even with her crazed appearance, she looked like a gleaming star in the deepest darkest part of space. Her stance still stood with elegance, her head held high like a powerful queen. But her eyes are a golden brown color with the spirit of a gentle princess. Her hair a deep rich brown, making her pale skin glow.

His heart raced as he realized who this crazed beauty was. A girl he knew a lifetime ago. It was her. He knew it for sure. He could never forget her, no matter how hard he tried, and he never will.

She stopped mid step and looked at her ticket. Her eyes running over the seat numbers. She began moving slowly to the row across and behind him. She sat down with a great plop, making her dress spread across the seats. He watched her as she tucked her dress into her area, making sure not impose on who ever was to sit next to her. He smiled. She had always been so caring of others, even strangers.

He moved to get up and speak to her but then slumped back into his seat when he realized he didn't know what to say. Should he say hello? How's it been? Sorry about all those years ago. Does she even remember him?

All these thoughts flooded his brain as he stared at her in frustration. He mentally slapped himself as an old man took the seat next to her. Now what was he suppose to do?

The plane rumbled and shook as the captain spoke on the over-com. The plane was about to take off. He threw his head back in defeat. He'd have to wait until they were allowed to move about the cabin.

He turned his head to the side to watch her. He noticed her shoulders shook as small muffled sobs would escape from her ever so often. His heart ached to comfort her. To wipe every tear away, like he used to.

The light dinged to let the passengers know they may move about the cabin.

"Excuse me, sir." He whisper to the man next to her.

"Yes." he spoke with a raised eyebrow.

"Would you mind trading seats with me?" The man look at the woman and back to him.

"Oh thank god I thought I'd have to suffer with her god awful crying the whole time." quickly the old man gather his stuff and got up to switch seats.

He frowned at the mans in-sensitiveness as he moved to seat next to her.

He took a deep breath before touching her shoulder. "Emma?"

The tiny cries came to an abrupt stop and she slowly turned around.

"Harry?"

Okay so this probably isn't going to get any votes or anything.I don't even think i really want it to. I just need to get it out of my head. And my friends seem to like it so why not.