Hopeless // Calum Hood

chapter 3

eight hundred and fifty one days before..

Today is the day that I finally will see Eve after a year and 4 months. Her plane arrives in about half an hour and I'm currently sitting at a coffee shop inside the airport waiting for her.

As I looked out the window I could see a plane coming in for landing.

That was obviously the flight she was on I had thought to myself. A giant smile spread across my face because I knew I would be seeing my bestest friend in the worlds face in a matter of minutes.

But as it touched down it exploded, in a ball of red flame shadowed in black like you see on TV all the time.

The shock realisation of what had just happened hit me like a brick.

My heart sunk and my stomach emptied.

That was Yvette's plane. I'm sure of it.

My hands moved to my face in one swift movement. I cupped them over my mouthed and tried my hardest not to scream. But it came out anyway. Tears were falling heavily and I felt like everyone was staring at me. Although no one was, everyone was going about their daily business. There was no panic and no one seemed to have seen what happened.

All the feelings I had felt when I found out my Father died came rushing back.

It felt like déjà vu.

The feeling of my heart being ripped straight out of my chest was definitely a familiar one.

I collapsed to the floor and held my stomach while I screamed and cried.

If that was indeed her plane that just exploded into oblivion all things soft and beautiful and bright would die with her.

Yvette Moulin who was beautiful, who'd never misjudged a jump in her life, who had a caring heart and not an evil bone in her body had been taken away. Yvette who was obsessed with William Shakespeare and Christopher Marlowe and poets and playwrights i had never heard of. She would always read me quotes that seemed to be relevant at the time and it helped every time.

I reminisce on the times I had spent with her over the years. The amount of guys we went through and arguments and my happiest moments were with her. And now she's gone and I will never see her face again..

But before i could reminisce on more memories with her I heard a familiar voice calling out my name.

"POPPY!" they yelled again.

I turned to see Eve's worried face. A wave of relief floods over me as i realise that it was not, in fact her plane.

I jumped into her arms and hugged her so tightly i was afraid that i would stop her breathing.

"Whats wrong Poppy?" she asked worriedly.

"Are you kidding me?" I screeched, "That plane just exploded in thin air! I thought you were on it!"

"um Poppy what are you talking about?" she sounded confused.

"The plane outside it just fucking exploded!"

As i turned my head to show her the crash site out the window i noticed that there wasn't one.

"Poppy there was no explosion!" She raised her voice.

"B-but i saw it.."

"Poppy nothing happened okay, trust,"

Eve's words made me understand what happened. It was dark, evil and a shameful secret and by association i was too, dark, evil and shameful. While it may not have been my minds intention, this was what it put me through. Making up things in my head that relate to past experiences. I guess you could call it a hallucination..

I disassociated myself from the emotions and numbed myself to the pain ravaging through my body and mind. I acted as if nothing was wrong and went back to the happiness of seeing my best friend after a year.

Dispute not with her: she is a lunatic. I could imagine Eve quoting Shakespeare, but thankfully she didn't.

"Poppy have you taken your medication today?"

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"I missed you so much," i sobbed as we were waiting for a taxi.

"All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me," her voice lilting the edges of the vowels and dragging out others.

"I have no idea what that means but it sure sounds poetic and i'm sure its quite relevant, but can't you just say i missed you as well"

"its Shakespeare," she explained, " its about distance and separation - about missing someone or something or even some place, but yes Pop, i missed you so so so much,"

I just laughed, i have definitely missed her quotes.

"Look a taxi! Come on, we have to go," but with her accent it sounded more like 'vee huhve tego'.

As we power walked to the taxi a girl with wavy blonde hair wearing an Arizona Cardinals jersey, black skinny jeans and white Jordan 4s jumped in front of us and tried to get into the taxi.

"excuse me? vhat do you think your doing?" Eve snapped at the girl.

"oh i'm sorry, were you going for this taxi?" Her Australian accent took me by surprise.

"yes we were," I spoke politely so she could hear my accent.

"ohmygod! you're from Australia too?" she squealed happily.

"yes," i laughed, "Sydney to be exact"

"Me too!" she said with excitement.

So on that note we all hopped into the taxi together and to our surprise were heading towards the same neighbourhood; Hampstead.

"My name is Ariel by the way, but you can call me Ari," she said with a thick smile and with that i knew we were going to get along well.

(Picture attached is how I imagine Ariel)

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