Chapter 24

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(Emily) 

I fiddled around in my seat, eager to fly off. I wanted to be in the air. Something about it, seemed so magical to me. 

“You ready?” Mum nudged my arm. 

“Born ready” I laughed vaguely. 

The speaker of the airplane switched on, and a cracky voice began to speak. 

“Before we take off, we have a short delay, but I’m sure it will be enjoyable for all.” 

I sighed, what part of a delay was ‘enjoyable’. 

But as I began to settle into my seat, I heard it. The soft strum of a guitar in a familiar tune.

It continued for a few strums, and then a beautiful husky voice began to harmonize. Why did it sound so familiar? 

The say that hate has been sent, so let loose the talk of love. 

Before they outlaw the kiss, baby give me one last hug. 

There’s a dream that I’ve been chasing want so badly for it to be reality. 

And when you hold my hand, then I understand that it’s meant to be. 

Cause baby, when you’re with me. It’s like an angel came by and took me to heaven.” 

I began immensely intrigued by the song and the voice. There was a small part of my stomach, that kept jumping inside me every time a word was sung. 

Then I saw the tall, slim beautiful boy with a guitar in his hands, appear at the front of our plane. I couldn’t make out his facial features, but from far away he almost looked like an an angel. And his smile. My gosh. It was amazing. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. 

I nudged mum avidly, trying to get her attention. “Mum look!” 

“I know.” 

I looked at her confused. “What’s wrong. You know him?” 

“Of course I know him.” 

“Who is he?” I looked at him again, and he began lightly strolling down the row of aisles. 

“Justin Bieber.” 

“Wait, he’s the, he’s the guy that was in my hospital room?” I began to feel sick. That weird boy that kept visiting me? I felt really sick. 

He began to get closer, and his eyes locked on mine. His smile grew, and he looked adorable. Although I didn’t want to like him. I didn’t want to. 

He was almost four rows away from me, and then I realized he was singing the song to me.

“So baby know for sure, that iIll never let you go.” 

He got even closer, and I stood up quickly, avoiding any more eye contact with him. As I stood up, he frowned, and I began to turn and walk towards the toilets. The whole plane was looking in my direction. 

He stopped strumming and so did his voice. 

“Emily,” he spoke and spun me around slowly with his left arm. 

“What?” I whimpered, almost feeling sympathetic for him. 

“I didn’t let you go.” 

“I don’t understand.”

“You don’t, you don’t remember me at all?” 

“I”m sorry.” 

I saw him swallow his tears, and tried to smile. But I knew it hurt him. 

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