The captain is on the intercom, informing the passengers that the plane is beginning its descent into NAIA.
She grips his hand a little tighter. In a couple of minutes, they go back to their public lives - the loss of privacy, the hyper-criticism, the lies in the media. Normally, this is the part where doubt starts creeping back in. Not anymore. She knows his heart now.
As if reading her mind, he presses a lingering kiss to her hand. "Still love me?" he jokingly asks.
"Always," she whispers. And it's a promise she intends to keep.
