It's 5 in the morning and for some reason I can barely keep my eyes open. Corey had to literally drag me downstairs and into the taxi. Our flight to Montreal leaves in about an hour and a half. Last nights game was a little rough. There were a few overtimes and Corey is exhausted. But somehow he managed to get himself, and me, up this morning. Yesterday before the game I went and got my hair done. I had extensions put in on the short side and then got it cut a little. I have to look somewhat good if I'm gonna be meeting Corey's parents.
The ride to the airport is short. But that's the least of the worries. Next comes security. Surprisingly we get through quick and we have a half hour to blow. I'm still dead tired so I just sit down. Corey starts pacing and the noise drives me crazy. I snap at him a few times and he just laughs at my anger. Eventually our plane is called for boarding and I rush on, leaving Corey behind. I find our seats and plop down in the window seat, a smile on my face. Corey sits down and gets settled. Within a few minutes everyone is aboard and we buckle our seat belts. I'm not gonna lie, I say a little prayer as we begin flying. But soon I'm fast asleep.
I jolt awake and I'm extremely confused. Once I figure of what's going on, I see everyone starting to grab their bags. I look over at Corey and see he's laughing at me.
"What?" I mumble, rubbing my eyes.
"You slept the entire ride." He answers and I shrug, stretching out my legs. We get our stuff and were the last ones off the plane. We head straight to luggage and wait for our bags. Corey wanders off and I can see him on his phone. I see our bags coming towards me and I sigh. I lift mine off the belt and set it at my feet. I grab Corey's and grunt as I lift it. I have no idea what he put in here but I cant believe it's under the weight limit. As I set the bag down I bump into someone. I spin around and begin to apologize. I see two women, a mother and a daughter. The mother has dark hair, gray strands speckled without. Her daughter is a clone of her, maybe 16, but she has short hair. On her face is a mask connected to a tank of oxygen. I smile at them and back up a step.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." I say and the girl smiles.
"It's okay." The mother breathes and I can tell she's flustered. I lean over to grab our bags and my necklace slips out of my shirt. I hear the girl gasp and I look up at her.
"Oh wow I love your necklace!" She beams and I laugh.
"Thank you. My sister gave it to me." I smile, holding the gold paper airplane charm between my fingers.
"Does it have a meaning?" She questions and her mother touches her wrist.
"Seyda I'm sure she has places to be." She whispers and I shake my head.
"No, no, it's okay," I smile, "When my sister and I were little, we used to make a lot of origami and paper planes. As we got older we started to write our secrets down on the planes and just throw them. And we would write down all our feelings and anger and sadness so that we got rid of it but we still kept it private. I've done that to this day. Every once in a while I'll make a little airplane and write down about my bad day or my chemo or anything that's making me feel bad, and I just stand on the balcony and toss it into the city."
"Chemo?" Seyda questions, adjusting her mask.
"Yes, brain cancer." I reach behind my neck and undo the clasp on my necklace. I pull it away from my body and secure it around Seyda's neck. Her eyes widen as she touches it.
"Merry Christmas, Seyda." I say and she begins to cry a little. She lets go of her oxygen tank and wraps her arms around me. I hug her back before letting her go. I reach into my purse and grab a pen and paper.
"My name is Evelyn," I tell her as I scribble my number on the paper, "I want you to call me. Whenever. I'd love to talk to you more." Seyda takes the paper from my hand and stares at it.
"Thank you." She says and I can tell she means it. Her mother nods at me and I smile before the two walk off. I see Corey stood in the same spot as before, but there's someone beside him. I groan as I pick up our bags and scurry over to them. I set the bags down and furrow my brows.
"Oh- Evelyn this is my brother Trevor, Trev this is Evelyn." Corey says and I smile. The two look extremely similar but of course Corey is cuter. I expect a hello or a handshake but Trevor just pulls me into his chest as he hugs me.
"Nice to meet you." I mumble and the two laugh. Trevor lets me go and they carry the bags as we head for the parking lot.
"Do you do stuff like that a lot, Evelyn?" Trevor asks and I don't understand
"Stuff like what?" I ask, moving closer to him
"Nice stuff like you did for that girl." He answers and I shrug
"I don't know I can't help it." I say and Corey laughs. I roll my eyes and help the two put our bags in the car. We all get in and start driving to Corey's parents'.
"Oh, Ev, our mom gets very excited about Christmas. It's going to be very festive. And she'll probably ask you way too many questions. Just answer them honestly. She can tell when people are lying." Corey explains, looking at me in the backseat. I feel my stomach stir and I don't know if it's the twins or my nerves.
"Oh boy." I answer.
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Butterflies {Corey Crawford}
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