⁎𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥 𝔇𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔙𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥⁎

𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻: 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓜𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮

Finally, they reached the front of the line. "I need to know about my husband, Jesse. He was on Flight 370. I need to know what happened to him," Billie said, her voice shaking. The woman behind the counter looked at her sympathetically and checked her computer.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. But as you know, we don't have any new information yet. The search and rescue teams are still working around the clock. We will notify you as soon as we have any news. In the meantime, please fill out this form and provide us with any information you have about your husband. His passport number, contact information, and next of kin. We will keep you updated."

The woman behind the counter handed Billie a form to fill out. Billie's hands were shaking as she took it, and she could feel Zoe's presence behind her, offering silent support. As they made their way through the form, they glanced up at the TV screens, which were still flashing images of the search effort.

They filled out the form with as much information as they had, and then Billie asked the woman, "Is there anything else we can do? Anything we can do to help the plane?" The woman looked at her with understanding in her eyes, but she didn't have any answers.

They left the airport, feeling more lost and desperate than ever. The crowd outside had grown even larger, as more and more people arrived, hoping against hope for news of their loved ones. Billie and Zoe sat in the car, staring at the airport in silence, unable to comprehend what was happening.

"What the fuck is going on? It's already been a week and these bitches don't have a fucking clue!" Billie yelled, slamming her hand against the steering wheel. "They can't just lose a whole damn plane! It's not fair!" Her voice broke as she fought back tears. Zoe reached over, squeezing her friend's hand.

"I know it's hard, but we have to stay strong. We have to keep fighting. I know we're going to find Jesse," Zoe said softly. She couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness as well, but she didn't want Billie to lose hope.

Billie's phone buzzed and she slid it out her pocket, realizing it was her mother who was calling.

"B-Billie. . ." Her mother was clearly breaking down in tears on the other end of the line. "Mom? What's wrong?"

"Billie- please don't- Your dad is hospitalized. He can't handle this anymore. He's just- he's not doing well. I'm so sorry, honey. I'm so sorry." Billie felt her heart drop. She had completely forgotten about her father's health issues. He'd been struggling with heart problems for years, and the stress of losing Jesse was taking its toll on him. He loses Jesse, he'd lose his daughter's happiness.

"What? Mom, I'm on my way," Billie managed to choke out, her voice barely audible. She turned to Zoe, her eyes wide with fear. "My dad. He can't handle this. I have to go to him." She started the car and pulled away from the airport, her hands shaking on the wheel. "I don't know what to do, Zoe. I can't lose my dad too."

"Mom which hospital are you guys in?"

"It's the same one as last time, sweetie. The Heart and Vascular Institute. We'll be here. Just come as soon as you can. I love you." Billie nodded, her eyes filling with tears as she drove as fast as she could. She didn't know how she was going to face her father, knowing that Jesse was most likely gone. The thought of losing her dad too was almost unbearable.

"What the fuck is going on with my fucked up life man? This is too much," Billie muttered to herself as she drove. She couldn't believe that she was about to lose her husband and her father all at the same time. It was like some sort of twisted nightmare. She glanced over at Zoe, who was holding onto her hand tightly, trying to offer some comfort. But she could see the fear in her friend's eyes, and it only made Billie feel more helpless.

The ride seemed to take forever, and every time they passed a billboard or a signpost, Billie's heart would sink a little further. She knew exactly where they were going, and she couldn't help but feel like she was walking into her own personal hell. As they pulled into the hospital parking lot, she took a deep breath, trying to steel herself for what was to come.

𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉. . .

A/N: I wanna cry writing this shit.