Trapped In The Mist

The Story

It feels like the perfect night
To fall in love with strangers
                ~Taylor Swift, 22

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Emma was about to have the time of her life. She had just finished high school and only a week after a very smiley Dean Mackenzie gave her a degree, she packed her things - or maybe just closed the bag that had been packed three weeks ago - and drove to the airport.

Her mother kissed her and cried, trying not to make her stay but did enough to make her doubt, and her sister hugged her and whispered "I'll miss you." And with that, Emma was gone.

The airplane ride had been long and boring, and Emma had been trying to sleep, but had a sickening feeling in her stomach. She began to question herself as to why she took this trip. Why alone? She knew the answer to that though.

Emma closed her eyes and remembered how carefully she would listen to her Aunt Sadie's stories. She was only five years old then, but everything her aunt had said was still fresh in her memory. It was a reminder of the promise to herself.

"When I grow up, I'll go on an adventure just like Aunt Sadie did, and when I'm back, I'll tell you all about my adventures." she told her baby sister. Of course, her sister didn't understand or remember a word she said, but Emma did, and that's all that mattered to her.

Emma gazed out of the window, and watched the clouds pass by, and she wished her Aunt Sadie were there with her, in the seat next to her, talking about all the adventures they would have in the upcoming weeks. But she wasn't. Aunt Sadie was dead, and the trip was the only way to say goodbye to her: to 'keep moving forwards'.

So far, Emma had only been to Greece, but she had hated every second of it. Her aunt had told her about meeting great friends for life, how they sang Greek and American songs around a bonfire and how she was invited to the most beautiful wedding she could imagine. Emma, instead, stayed in a cheap motel, the only place she could afford. A storm made it impossible for her to leave her room and the only people she met there was the motel's owner, a grumpy old man and the room-service girls who only knew Greek.

Every night, she would wish it was time for her to go to London and forget all about Greece. She would wonder if the trip was a bad idea after all, for Aunt Sadie was close to twenty-four at that time and Emma was only seventeen.

She knew she should have waited, but she needed the break. She needed to forget that Aunt Sadie had died in a car accident two months back. She needed to forget that Aunt Sadie was everything she wanted to be: strong, courageous, beautiful, intelligent and independent. She never asked for permission. She did what she wanted to do how she wanted to do it. Despite all that, she was still kind and gentle, and Emma loved her like her own mother.

When it seemed like the plane was about the land, the pilot switched on his mike and instead of reporting the weather in London, he announced that the storm had made it impossible to land in London and that they were going to land in a small Irish town in a couple of minutes.

Emma could hear her heart pounding in her chest, despite the noise from the other passengers. She was still wondering if this was reality or a nightmare. Where was she to stay? How long would she have to stay in Ireland before boarding a plane to London? Or would she board a plane at all?

With a million questions going through her mind, Emma looked out of her window. She saw dark, grey and dense clouds that seemed to blind everything else. As soon as she got out of the plane, she felt cold and had a watery feeling on her skin. The mist was so dense; she could barely see the airport. And the clouds were booming and roaring, as if calling for attention.