Uncovering Dahlia's Truth

The Flight

"I literally can't wait," Angel squealed and grinned. Brooklyn laughed and shook his head. The two of them were in Brooklyn's black Mercedes on their way to the Fynbos City airport 20 minutes away.

"It's so weird seeing you this excited about something," he said and looked over at her. "It's been a while."

Angel gave have a half smile and looked down at the ground. "Yeah," she whispered.

Angel looked out the window and saw all the massive billboards with all the different ads on and started grinning again. They're closer! They reached the parking lot and drove in.

"We're here!" Angel said excitedly and jumped out of the car. Brooklyn followed her and they opened the boot and grabbed all their luggage and headed towards the elevator. The door dinged open and they walked out into the airport, ready to go give their luggage in.

Brooklyn pushed the trolley with the luggage on towards one of the ladies at the front desk and gave her a smile. They both handed their passports and everything else and after a few minutes, their bags were in and they made their way to the scanning.

Angel put her handbag along with her phone and other possessions in the little box to be scanned before she stepped through the arch after Brooklyn. The two of them grabbed their stuff afterwards and made their way to the waiting area. They say down at a little restaurant to pass time before they board.

The two climbed on the airplane at about 6 o'clock and Angel stared out the window, her hand stroking the plastic of it and smiled to herself.

I like feeling this happy she thought.

"When I was younger, I always used to get anxious before I flew," Brooklyn said and Angel whipped her head in his direction next to her. "My mom would hold my hand and we would count down from ten until we leave the ground." He grinned to himself, looking at his hands folded over his lap.

They felt themselves moving and Angel looked outside and confirmed it. She grabbed Brooklyn's hand without really thinking and smiled up at him. "Ten," she said.

Brooklyn grinned back. "Nine," he said.

"Eight," the two of them said in unison, chuckling.

"Seven." The two of them looked outside. "Six, five." They looked back at each other. "Four, three, two."

Brooklyn squeezed Angel's hand really tight. "One!" The two of them said and they left the ground. Angel's head spun with dizziness as it usually does when she travels. The two of them closed their eyes and smiled. When they opened it, they stared out the window at the red African sun setting and even though Angel was leaving her house, she hasn't felt more at home in quite a while.

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"We're in Rome!" Angel said as she climbed out of the taxi, her white Guess handbag slung over her shoulder and her bare shoulders feeling the warmth of the summer European sun.

"Finally," Brooklyn sighed and rubbed his eyes. "We were on that plane forever," he said while grabbing their suitcases.

Angel turned back to him and grabbed her bag while gawking at the city around her. "Don't be grumpy," she said. "Okay, that's quite hypocritical coming from me," she mumbled. "But at least we're here!"

He nodded his head and paid the taxi driver. "Gratzi," he said and the driver took off. The two of them started dragging their luggage towards the hotel in front of them. "And gosh! It's hot!" Brooklyn complained.

Angel playfully slapped him on the shoulder. "Stop whining! It's much better then the cold back home this time of year," she said. "Come on, where's the Italian part in you!"