Last Flight Home [completed]

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[ LOCAL TIME 18:32 ]

CALLING ALL PASSENGERS FOR FLIGHT #626 WITH NON-STOP SERVICE FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO BOSTON. START BOARDING AT GATE 43.

Sabrina's eye glimmer at the announcement and she grabs her small backpack and slings it over her shoulder. I unplug my phone from the wall near where we were sitting and we walk a short hundred feet or so to the gate.

"I'm gonna try to trade seats so we can sit next to one another," I start, looking at the boarding pass in my hands. "Hopefully it works."

She nods and the two of us stand in silence. For some reason, something felt off about the moment before me, and part of me knew that Sabrina felt it too. She thinks that the universe was trying to keep her from getting home, whereas I'm in firm belief that the universe is trying to bring me home. I don't know why, but everything leads me back. My brother dying. His funeral. A new job offer in the city. My ex-girlfriend.

"You look nervous."

Sabrina's soft voice drags me out from the pit of thoughts I find myself in. "I'm just worried about the seating arrangements, sorry," I reply.

She shrugs. "No worries. I have a book in my carry-on bag and I'm sure some flight attendant will bring around those stupid pretzels that you hate so much. I'll be okay."

I force myself to give her a small smile and look ahead the the line that is diminishing before us. I traveled a lot as a kid, but no matter what I always get nervous before I fly. But something beyond that felt strange, I could feel it in the inner working of my bones. It was like the calm before the storm, but from the way this morning has played out I should feel certain that the storm is behind me. There should be nothing but clear skies and some sunshine ahead, but for some reason it feels far from that and I don't know why.

Something doesn't feel right.

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