Enchanted | Jasper Hale [Completed]

|13| Boeing 707

Chapter Thirteen:
Boeing 707

𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊,
             𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝒿𝑜𝓇.

  Jasper had signed, stamped and arrived at the post office with the letter which held the feelings that had contaminated and were confined within his mind with no apparent escape.

  And yet, waiting in the that everlasting queue, something wasn't right. Maybe it was the grey-haired lady in front of him that smelled vaguely like bile and rotting fish. Or was it the eerily soundless infant in its pram. But to anyone else, everything was fine, normal in fact.

  The comments were missing. Lucinda's nudges which were always followed by a observation where it would be ten times funnier with a touch of her comedic effect. He could just imagine what she would have said. 

Jasper, Jasper look. She would have said if she had been, That lady, Oh my life, this is Virginia all over again-

  "Sir, please step forward," a monotone voice broke Jasper out of his daze. The desk, although only three paces away, seemed like the longest walk of his life, "Sir please."

  "I'm sorry Ma-am, I have changed my mind," he said as he strode out of the office. Just as he began to close the door he heard a dull 'Next please,' from the seemingly lifeless receptionist.

Jasper couldn't understand why he froze, he wanted to be in contact with her and so did she, so why did he stop?

However, it was hidden in plain sight: her address. He didn't want to send a measly letter with only a scrawl of which only scraped the top of all the things he wanted to say. He wanted— no needed to not send the letter because once it is sent, he would lose his opportunity.

Walking to the town centre in the rain, Jasper wore the first genuinely happy smile he had in all those years alone.

Everyday since she sent the letter, Lucinda checked the mail box outside of her faded white cottage. And everyday, disappointment filled her once empty veins when the box would only hold bills and vouchers that were from the local supermarket. Today, she had twenty percent off milk.

The roses bushes that lined her home were in full bloom. Bright red, yellow and pink, she received many compliments on the flowers and yet they meant little to the brunette. She didn't care about how nicely they flourished or how they finished her property off and how they lightened the many rainy days in Manchester.

She missed her family, she wanted- no needed to return to Jasper's loving embrace. She needed to take the agonising pain away. Lucinda needed to be happy and yet she wasn't sure wether she was welcome, or if they still lived in New Orleans.

However, the answer was obvious to Jasper, and it resided on two of the first sold tickets for the maiden flight of the Boeing 707 in the early morning of Tuesday the fourth of August 1953. They sat on Carlisle's desk, waiting to be used in the matter of three days.