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"Sometimes you have to burn bridges to stop
yourself from crossing them again."
- Unknown
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A/N: before you start reading just wanted to let you know Act 1 will have 20 chapters.
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𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐭. Before she boarded, Claude had said goodbye, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the constant dance of the engines.
With a sigh, she glanced at her watch. It was 12:30 pm, and the idea of returning to Mystic Falls via an eleven-hour flight was intimidating. She opened a magazine in an attempt to divert her attention, but she was unable to concentrate.
Claude had left her a message, and her phone buzzed. She opened it and saw his text message, "I hope your flight goes well, mon ami. Tell me when you arrive"
thanks its quiet up here
good thing or bad thing?
kinda both 💀
just sleep or watch movies mon ami
haha ok, ill try
Emmie tried using music and movies to distract herself as the jet flew through the sky, but her thoughts would not stay focused. The weight of her recent decisions and the emotions she'd suppressed for so long consumed her thoughts.
Claude's messages kept coming through on her phone, encouraging and making suggestions, but Emmie was reluctant to really participate. She felt both relieved to be feeling something again and nervous about having to deal with the fallout from her actions.
Emmie let out a deep breath, closed her eyes, and reclined in her chair, counting on the lengthy journey to bring her the much-needed clarity.
Emmie fell asleep as the hours went by, her dreams a chaotic jumble of memories from the past and the approaching future. She drifted off to a deeper sleep as the soothing background of the jet engines' rhythmic drone continued.
Emmie woke up in the middle of the night. The only light in the dark cabin came from the soft glow of the overhead lights. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, feeling uneasy for no apparent reason.
