Lost and Found

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"The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly."
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

Listen to Force of Nature by Bea Miller

All colours was drained from her face. It was pallid and a colourless mask. She gripped the corners of the dining table until her knuckles turned white.

'Hear me out ... Please ... Please ... Ple ... Please ... I can explain this to ... yo ... you ...' her lips were quivering as soundless sobs racked her body.

I shook my head at my naivety. I let out a humourless, lugubrious chuckle, thinking how all these years I have living in a pack of lies. All this while, I have been so stupid to shrug off press issues like the stark unlikeness in terms of appearance between them and I and the incompatibility of blood type.

I clenched my fists uncontrollably and shook my head vigorously as if trying to shake the retention of those dreadful newfound truth. The recent development of panic attacks resulted by the accident and the disquietude and intense anxiety caused by aviophobia was getting the better of me. I was in a state of emotional turmoil. My heart was beating rapidly against my ribcage as I struggled to control my sharp intakes of air. Closing my eyes, I forced my mind to start a countdown from hundred.

I was soon found in a state of serenity. Keeping in mind not to cast even a brief look out of the cabin window. Calming my still palpitating-a-little heart, I gave my surroundings a once-over.
I derived at a conclusion that the plane was new, seeing as that it was embellished with luxurious interiors, giving off a very posh look. Nothing seemed to be out of place. The seats were considered to be in a pristine condition with no visible stains. In fact, all facilities were close to immaculate and squeaky clean.

The generous leg space of the plane seat signified a good chance to stretch my legs during the long flight if they ever felt numb. The plush seats in the First Class cabins might surely provide optimum comfort for passengers, nonetheless; I was satisfied with the current treatment received.
Few minutes later, the captain's deep baritone voice soon came up through the public announcement, informing travellers that the estimated flying duration was twenty-one hours, provided there were no imminent thunderstorms. The absence of turbulence should continue throughout the entire flight. Finally, he wished us all a safe and pleasant flight.

A good number of passengers were wired up to their headphones as the plane was in a comforting total silence. For hygiene purposes, I dug out my own headphones before slumping against the seat with the accompaniment of my music playlist. Sleep soon came to me.

- - - - -

Stretching my arms, I grab the handle of my suitcase and knapsack from the overhead cabin compartment with ease. I was one of the last few to exit the plane since I had overslept and was abruptly shaken awake by a fellow flight attendant.

Just as I spun around to take my leave, I barrelled into a white wall. Before I knew it, a pair of strong, lean arms grabbed my own, "Woah, woah, it is not every day that I have a girl falling in arms without even glancing at my irresistible face."
I shrugged the arms away, muttered a soft sorry and hastened my steps. A series of whispers could be heard as I left. I did not bother attempting to find out if anything had to do with me.

- - - - -

I found myself in cab heading towards the new academy I was enrolled in. I was offered an attractive fully-sponsored scholarship. Disinclined to accept it in the first place, seeing as that my roots and loved ones were all in New York, I immediately jumped at the chance for an escape without much of a second thought.