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When Things Fell Apart: IV

Walking through the platform I breathed in fresh air for the last time in this place, thinking my chances of returning for these reasons are slight, unnecessary even. Glancing around the aisle of the plane my eyes find a window seat. Being by the window was calming for me, it allowed me to get a glimpse at this limited view and offer a temporary escape from confinement. Sitting down after twelve paces I allow myself to breathe, let out a final breath before letting this consume me entirely for the day that awaits me.

It takes time before everyone has boarded, an elderly couple sit next to me, smiling widely with greetings as they continued their conversations, laughing as they went. Seeing them made my heart ache, how after all the innocence and tears, after ageing and laughter lines blending into the creases of age they still seem as in love as the day they first met. How they hold hands as the plane takes off and giggle as we go.

Tearing my eyes away I focus on the outside, seeing everyone become minuscule, irrelevant, something of the past. My hands involuntarily reach for the box that was stored in my bag beneath my feet, the difficulties I've overcome for this box in security, having to cry on a guard's shoulder about my problems discreetly before stories on me crying over Luke came about. Yet somehow here it is, placed on my lap like some alien that I wish to no part in knowing. 

Except I can't tear my eyes from it, it's a glue, a force that keeps on pulling me in. I'm scared, no petrified of what is inside, whether or not it will create more puzzle pieces that I'll have to figure out and decode. Perhaps it's a goodbye, an acceptance to our new selves and allowing the door to gently shut rather than slam abruptly. A pair of eyes burn into my skin, on my hands as I brush the smooth wood for the thousandth time, feeling myself grow heavy with anticipation I turn to see the lady smiling gently in my direction whilst her husband sleeps soundly like the majority of the cabin surrounding us. 

"Love isn't easy dear," She begins as I glance down to the box in my hands that now feel dry, tired like the rest of me. "if it were there would be no fun to have." I let out a small huff in response, smiling as I did. A cold hand was placed on top of mine, covered in marks to show all she had been through in her life, her veins remained prominent and the wrinkles showed clearer than the worry in my eyes. "Things, feelings, they take time to develop." Her eyes tore from mine as she motioned to her sleeping love next to her. "You think I fell to my knees when this one first saw me? No way, I wasn't willing to become some housewife." A huff escaped her lips, I could see the glazed look in her eyes as if she were thinking back to the day they first met, part of me was curious to know what it must've been like then, how it must've been so different. 

"What was it that made you change your mind?" I asked now fully intrigued. 

A silent smile formed on her lips, the glint in her eyes grew as her husband's hand remained on top of hers, even as he slept soundly. "Something that took my breath away." Moving the hair out of my face I allowed myself to open the latch of the box at last, hearing the air that was trapped inside being released after who knows how long. "When it happens you just know it dear," She rubbed my forearm sweetly like my mum would do when I was upset as a child after a difficult day at school. "and if it is inside of there then count yourself lucky." Before I could ask anymore she hushed me, and pointed to the box before drifting off against her husband's shoulder; such a simple act that was often overlooked yet seeing them at peace, in pure comfort with one another was enough for me to know now was the time. 

Closing my eyes I heard a light squeak as I lifted the lid, allowing the hinges to work yet I was unsure on what to expect from this. Part of me thought there would be something bigger than what was in front of me, that there would be more than three pieces of paper. Raising an eyebrow I lifted the better quality piece out of the box first, it was addressed to me yet the handwriting lurked in the back of my memory.