The Mist Between Her And Forever

\\Chapter Nine\\

Song: Jealous by Labrinth.

~Et puis doucement sans le vouloir on passé du coeur a la mémoire~

\\Chapter Nine\\

I have a feeling that what lay behind this trip was more than just an annoying thought. I assumed when I stepped foot onto this plane, I'd be losing a precious belonging, but I couldn't figure out what it was. When I returned back, something would be different, something that's going to leave a hole in my chest. Something I was going to miss terribly. But the only question was what?

Seeing people either with smiles painted on their faces or with teary eyes and sadness written on their features didn't make a difference to me. No matter where this flight was going to take them, they'd always find someone waiting patiently on the other side. Going away doesn't hurt unless you're going to be greeted by no one.

That's what hurts.

That sensation isn't queer to me. It reminds me of when I made a promise to myself just to run away and never look back, but look at me, now. Here I was traveling again with the only person that was the reason for my escape.

Ironic, huh?

The week flies by quickly and here I was taking my first-class seat in the plane leading me to New York City. I put on my earphones and prepared myself for a restless sleep. I couldn't find neither Dylan nor Christopher in here, but I simply shrugged it off hoping they wouldn't miss the flight. The last thing I wanted was to be stuck in a foreign land all alone. I closed my eyes slowly and then surrendered to a deep slumber just as the plane departed.

~Half an hour later~

I rub my aching neck, peeking through the window slightly as the clouds blocked my vision from witnessing anything beneath. I wedged in my place trying to get snugger in my hard seat, but it wasn't working. Plane seats would always be uncomfortable.

"I guess you still despise those seats."

I jumped a little in my place as my head snapped towards the unknown voice, to find Christopher gazing at me with a knowing look drawn on his beautiful face.

"Umm.... I... didn't know you were sitting beside me." I shifted nervously as a yawn escaped my lips.

"I wasn't actually. I just exchanged seats a minute ago." He looked mysteriously at me.

"If you don't mind, of course." He rushes up the last part, a calculating look in his eyes.

"Oh, no, not at all." I smiled nervously. Get a hold on yourself, Arianna. He wasn't even flirting with you.

"So... what are you planning to do in New York? You know, other than the work and all, especially since Christmas is coming soon, and, unfortunately, we'll still be there," he asked looking from the window as if not caring to hear my reply. He just needed to to fill this awkwardness the minute I spoke.

Christopher surely changed.

Or maybe I did? The boy I once knew was an open book, so simple to read, but now it seemed as if he had some kind of barrier prohibiting others from trespassing into his thoughts, or maybe I have just became illiterate, unable to read his lines?

My train of thoughts was cut urgently when he looked at me waiting for my answer. Oh, about that. I never celebrated Christmas except when we were together. It just seems that after all these years Christmas lost its sparkle in my eyes. It just doesn't make any sense to me anymore.

This time I was the one that turned to face the window, engulfing all the wonderful scenery that has just started to appear. Thinking deeply for an answer to his question, I can't find any. Maybe I will watch a movie and eat popcorn, or sleep early? It's sure something along these lines.