Last Flight Home [completed]

✈ iv.

[ LOCAL TIME 12:13 ]

"I don't bite, you can come over here," Nathan says, shining his phone light over in my direction.

Shrugging, I collect my purse and carry-on bag and crawl over to the back panel of the elevator, which was a few feet away from where Nathan was curled up in the corner.

When I look up, Nathan scrolls through phone and then clicks it off and I hear it land against something soft, which I assume landed in his lap or something. Even in the darkness, I can feel his emerald eyes staring at me as if they held some tremendous secret that was just waiting to break free.

"So where are you from?" Nathan questions, breaking the silence that was stagnant between us.

"New York City, but I attend a university in Hawaii," I reply. "What about you?"

"I live here in San Fransisco and I'm trying to get home to Boston to see my brother," He says.

"That's a long stretch from Boston," I start. "Culture shock, much?"

Nathan, who checks the time on his phone, shrugs. "I don't really know how to explain this, but have you ever felt that you've been called to do something so unknown that you just went and did it? Like, I grew up in Boston and my whole life and I always felt like the coast was calling my name, so I followed it. It never made any sense, but that's where I felt like I needed to be."

"I get that," I respond. "I'm studying to become a nurse because both of my parents are successful in the healthcare field, yet I've transferred universities three times since I started college because all I want to do is have a new place to explore through the lens of my camera."

"And you're scared to follow what your heart wants because you know you won't get any approval?"

I nod.

"Story of my life," Nathan mumbles.

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