IF YOU // A.U.

THREE

THREE: The Truth Shall Set You Free

"DEATH LEAVES A HEARTACHE NO ONE CAN HEAL, LOVE LEAVES A MEMORY NO ONE CAN STEAL." -Unknown

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(momentarily in third person)

"Jackson, why do you want to fly today? We leave for enlistment tomorrow." Amber laughs as Jackson changes into his flight suit. 

"Because this is my last CAP flight. It's symbolic." He shrugs and she shakes her head, laughing lightly. 

"Sure you don't wanna come with?" He looks at her through the mirror, a grin plastered on his face. 

"Nah, I'll just film and take some pictures of you." She shrugs and smiles at him. 

"Okay, whatever you say." He laughs and turns to face her. 

"Let's get one last picture of us with me in the CAP flight suit." He smiles and Amber pulls out her polaroid, snapping a picture of the two of them. 

She shakes the photo and shows it to him. 

"There. Cute." She smiles. 

He grins, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her passionately. 

The two always kissed like it would be their last. 

Unfortunately, that was the real case this time. 

"Okay, wish me luck." He smiles at her, putting his forehead against hers.

"Good luck. I'll see you when you land." She whispers and smiles softly. 

He kisses the tip of her nose and winks before running off to the plane. 

She smiles as she watches him get into the aircraft, loving the fact he was her forever. 

She takes a few polaroids before taking her phone out to film him taking off. 

After he was in the air and away from her, she put her phone down and headed back inside the airport. 

It had been thirty minutes when she heard the distress call come over the radio. 

The tail number sounded way too familiar. 

She pulled her phone out and checked the tail number of the plane in the picture. 

It was the same. 

"Find somewhere to land now! The storm is too intense to try and fly back." The ground control team member says. 

"I can't! The controls are fried. I don't know what's happening!" Jackson's voice comes over the radio speaker.