Wednesday
We're close to our arrival now. I sit near the window, enjoying the fog roll over the tops of the trees. Dark clouds roll in from the east. It has the potential to be a beautiful night.
Enid is shaking like a scared toddler.
"What if we crash? What if we get struck by lightning and no one goes to my funeral? What if-"
"What if you refrained from talking?" I mutter, turning towards her.
She stares at me.
"Sorry," she mutters, shuffling her feet.
Why do I feel bad? Alright I admit it. I know why I do.
"It's fine, just got a bit annoying. We'll survive. I promise."
"Promise?"
"Yes, that's what I said."
"Pinky promise?" She muses, lifting up her hand.
"If that's what it takes to get you to be quiet." I sigh, meeting her pinky with mine.
As we interlock fingers she takes a deep breath. Such an idiotic superstition.
Before I can move away she scooches closer to me and rests her head on my shoulder.
I instinctively jump.
"Oh, sorry," She says, pulling away.
"No, it's fine."
"Really?"
"Don't make me throw you out of this plane."
"Thanks!"
She rests her head back on my shoulder, slower, more tentatively. Gently. After a prolonged fight with myself I lean into the touch... only a bit.
What does this mean? For me? Perhaps it's the type of experiment that cannot be conducted in a short amount of time. Perhaps I'll have to wait to see how things will unfold.
"How long 'till we get there?" Enid asks.
"Ten minutes or so."
"Cool."
I hum in response.
"So... as soon as the full moon rises?"
"Pretty much, I guess." She leans over to look at the window, breaking our contact. "As soon as we land I'll leave. It's getting dark."
"Alone? Absolutely not."
"I could hurt you."
I scoff.
She raises an eyebrow.
"Alright. Maybe there's a slight chance you may. Although I highly doubt you even will try to attack me." I say in reply.
"Too much of a chance."
"You seemed fine last time."
"What if it's not like last time?" She retorts.
"I can defend myself."
"I-"
"Shhh, it's final." I announce, raising my finger over her lips.
She bats it away.
"No, it isn't."
I pull my hand back, taking a strand of her hair in my hands.
"Oh, Enid. Do you really think you can stop me from doing something once my mind is set to it?" I question.
"I- well, well I mean- you can't- uhm..."
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