Falling For An Ass - Riarkle

(23) planes

The trip was special but the time flew by before I knew we were boarding a plane back to New York.

The trip was quiet, I had felt so many happy emotions throughout the last 3 weeks that I was drained.

I was emotionless. It was my low from my high. Farkle smile at me but it had no effect. I just wasn't happy and I don't know how to fix it.

"Riley, what's wrong?" Farkle asks bringing me out of my daze.
"Nothing just a daze of sadness. Just coming down from my high," I say.
"You sure," Farkle says.

The flight mainly consists of me listening to music. Occasionally I walk around our compartment but I always find myself huddled in a corner listening to the same song on repeat.

I can tell my mood has an effect on Farkle he is now looking almost as down as me but I feel really bad. Making me feel worse.
"Farkle, I'm sorry," I say.
"Why," he says now looking at me.
"I made you sad," I say quietly.
"Riley, in fine," he says.
"No you're not I can tell," I say.
"Fine, I'm not in a great mood right now but it has nothing to do with you," Farkle snaps sounding slightly annoyed.
"Are you sure you dong want to talk about," I say.
"Yes Riley, just leave at that," Farkle snaps.
"Fine then," I say.

This compartment just got a lot more tense. I just nap.

"The landing is going rough everyone in seats and have oxygen masks on, NOW," The lady says over the loudspeaker.
I immediately get up from the couch and into the sweat where I buckle up my seatbelt and slip in my oxygen mask.

I look at Farkle who is still obviously annoyed. I reach for his hand and he grabs it despite how annoyed he looks.

Suddenly the plane hitting the runway nose first causing us to jerk forward in our seats but I stay in my seat then the plane falls to it side.

Everything goes black.