Flight of thoughts!

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As I soared through the skies, my mind wandered to the morning's events. Kirk's mom was supposedly ill, yet when I called to offer courtesy, she claimed to be fine. More surprisingly, she asked about Kirk's whereabouts.

Did he lie to me?

I dislike deception.

A mental note was made to confront Kirk upon my return.

My gaze drifted around the plane, halting on an elderly couple holding hands, lost in the view.

A smile crept onto my lips, but I swiftly suppressed it.

Does true love exist?

My parents' business-driven marriage served as a stark reminder.

"Mom, can I play with friends?" I once asked.

"Focus on music, dance, and training, Freen. No time for frivolity," she replied.

Memories of my rigid upbringing resurfaced.

Trained to suppress emotions, but am I not human?

One person broke through my barriers - she.

She freed me, only to vanish, shackling me once more.

The flight attendant's voice broke my reverie.

"Prepare for landing, please."

London awaited.

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