Claire & Theo

9.

"Please, Mr. Easton. We might have to stop this plane if you do not comply with the rules." the flight attendant calmly said.

Claire stared into Theo's eyes until she could no longer search any understanding of him and her. Her breathing became ragged, and she noticed his hands close into fists. He swiftly turned to the male flight attendant with more fueled anger.

He pointed harshly at the male's chest, "You comply with my rules. Get that into your puny head, you fucker."

Claire saw Lucas run up to Theo to where they were seating, "Hey, mate let us calm down shall we? Come on."

He grabbed onto Theo's broad shoulders and pulled him back so he would not throw a punch at the flight attendant's face. The male was frightened by Theo. He was only being reasonable; it was just Theo being a pain to normal people. The host rushed back to the front quarters of the plane towards the pilot.

"Do not pull me back!" he shouted, "I am going to sit myself here."

"You sure, mate?" Lucas furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I am completely sure." he seemed chuffed.

Claire stopped rubbing her wrist roughly through the cotton sleeve of her hoodie. She could not believe the fact that he still wanted to be nearby. She hates herself more than ever because she must be the crazy one and Theo is the saint. Damn her anxiety of speaking of whatever comes to her dark mind.

He sat down quickly and told Lucas to go back to where he was sitting. Lucas patted his shoulder nicely and whispered something lowly into Theo's ear to calm him down as he left.

Claire wanted to apologize because that is what she always did after she fought with Theo. It was always her fault; she knew she was crazy. She counted to three in her mind and tapped five times on her thigh to calm herself down.

She took a deep breath, "Theo-"

He cut her off, "Just shut up. I do not want to hear from you right now."

Her breathing became off again, so she tapped her fingers nine times but faster with two second breaks in between. She thought she might cry from exhaustion of being a horrifying person.

Surprisingly, Theo grabbed Claire's shivering hand and she stared at his hand keeping note of every feature of it, "Later... we will talk later."

She gripped his hand tightly because she feared that one day, she may never get the chance to hold his hand again. That is how it is for her. One day she might give up on gaining any hope to live. Somehow everyone believed that she would make it but not everything is as it seems. She knows there will be a time where she may never see Theo again, and it would be because of her actual loss in this world.

A few minutes into the flight and Claire was in a deep sleep. She hoped that the sleep might fight off the pain that was radiating throughout her body. Claire tried to find comfort.

"I will be fine." she whispered.