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Emerson's p.o.v

The flight to California wasn't as long as I thought it was going to be. It's probably because I couldn't look at my phone and I know Jessie would've seen the message. My anxiety is half due to the phobia of possibly dying and the other half about having to read the message. But maybe...death is better than facing the person who you wanted to actually be with?

Maybe I'm just stupid for thinking that I  could find romance in a record store. Maybe the planets weren't aligned when we met and the moon went out of place and now I'm stuck here pondering whether a plane crashing was better than confronting someone I genuinely cared for.

I jump into the hired taxi going to our hotel room and hold down the unavoidable power button on my phone.

It feels cold under my finger and I'm hesitant to continue and not just open the window and chuck my phone out into the busy street below us.

The radio starts to give me a headache when a cheesy love song comes on and I can't help but roll my eyes at the irony.

When my phone finally switches on and all the messages cloud the screen one by one, amidst multiple twitter messages and YouTube notifications and those scam emails from various sites. I look for one in particular.

I unlock my phone and instantly open my messenger. Names, numbers - people I don't care for. There's only one name, one number, one person I somewhat care for that I want to have some acceptance and approval and... reassurance from.

I click onto our chat.

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