Change; An Edwin Honoret Fanfiction

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A/n: ^^^

WE'RE NINTH IN #PRETTYMUCH ARE YOU KIDDING ILY ALL SM UGH

After contacting Simon about the shitty seats, service and overall quality of the last airline he reluctantly agreed to switch airlines. I, being seating next to Edwin with the isle seat free, am personally very happy with this new airline. I'm not a picky person, but holy shit the other aeroplane ride sucked ass.

After speeding off on Edwin and Hanna, I headed to the graveyard that my dad was buried at. I vowed to myself that once I was in a safe situation, with a good state of mind and a life that I was happy with that I would go and see him and say my final goodbyes.

Truth be told, I was petrified. I hadn't gone to his funeral because I wanted to finally let go of him when I was surrounded by others that bring me the same happiness he did when he was still around.

Today was an eye-opener though, as I walked through the literal ghost town that was buried at against his own last wishes, I felt.. connected? I hate thinking about spiritual stuff, but when my eyes made contact with his grave, I truely did. I sat there for about twenty minutes, balling my eyes out, telling him about everything I had done with my life, and I felt his pride. I fucking felt it and even though he wasn't there in a physical form, I do believe he was there spiritually. Not as a ghost, but definitely-

"Abigail" Edwin's whines in the seat next to mine, "Abigail"

"What" I snap, my head twisting in his direction.

"Jesus, what's got your panties in a knot?" He laughs, "seriously, you've been zoned out the whole time we've been on this plane. No anxiety or anything, and we're twenty minutes away from LAX"

I place my fingers on his lips, "Shut up Edwin, I'm thinking"

"About?"

I roll my eyes, "Titties, now stop being so noisey"

I decided against telling him where I went as it was more of a personal thing and I didn't really feel comfortable sharing. So when he asked, I said a titty museum.

My head softly hits the pillow on my seat and my eyes make contact with a sign above my head.

In the case of an emergency, an oxygen mask should eject from here. Do not touch. Prioritise your own safety before family or friends.

I groan, my eyes meeting the back of my head once again.

"So much for no anxiety"

Edwin also leans back on his seat, his attention being drawn into the sign the same way mine was moments ago, "don't worry, it shows that in the case of an emergency, an oxygen mask should eject from-"

"I can read, genius"

He puts his hands up in defence, "point being, if an emergency happens you'll be safer with that there then you would be if it wasn't"

I look at him, only to see that he's looking back at me.

"Touché"

*

"Thank you for agreeing to come with me"

"Thank you for convincing me to, I would've regretted it if I didn't"

Edwin and I are currently on my front porch. Hanna is inside, thankful for the aircon and the summer sun that she has so desperately missed and the other girls are out grocery shopping and talking to one of our song writers, so we truely are alone.

Edwin takes a step closer to me, so that our torso's are only 15 centimetres apart, are heads even less.

"Anytime baby girl, anytime"