Tethered To You

Chapter 2

Amora's POV;

I love the sound of the pouring rain, it calms me. The darkness the clouds huddle up to create brings a sense of comfort. I can barley make out the city below from the huge floor to ceiling window I'm currently looking out of.  Everything looks so blurry from all the way up here. Only the flickering balls of light that seem to go on for miles can be seen, almost like a mirror of the hidden stars.

A pair of strong arms encircle me from behind, temporarily distracting me from appreciating the view, creating goosebumps across my naked skin. He rests his chin on top of my head and holds me tighter, pulling me closer to his firm chest. We stand there together skin on skin looking outside the window, listening to the pitter patter the rain drops make. His grip on my body is so strong, almost as if he was scared id disappear into thin air at any moment.

" I love you." He whispers softly and somehow hugs me even tighter.

His rough and groggy voice causes a shiver to run down my spine. My eyes close to bask in the moment and I release a breath I didn't know I was holding. I place one hand over my chest, above my racing heart trying to slow it down. It aches so much that it hurts. It aches with the  unmeasurable amount of love I harbor for the man holding on to me for dear life. I hope he never lets go. One by one, the tears I was trying to hold back roll down my cheeks.

He is everything.

And he is more.

"I love you."

*****
A hand shaking me softly awake breaks me from my dream.

"Miss, I'm sorry to wake you but the plane is about to land. Could you please sit up straight and buckle your seatbelt." The kind flight attendant smiles warmly at me.

I stare at her longer than necessary trying to piece together what was going on. Her bright blue eyes dramatically fall, filling with worry. Her smile also fades slightly as she assess me more closely.

She's very pretty. Her shiny blond hair is combed neatly into a low bun, no hair out of place and her face is covered in a thin layer of make up which only highlights her beauty even more. The red lipstick she is wearing matches her perfectly pressed, obnoxiously bright red uniform. She looks like a barbie doll that could be spotted from miles away. It must be exhausting trying to look perfect 24/7. How does she pull it off so effortlessly?

"Miss, are you crying?"

My hand instinctively reaches out to feel my damp cheeks. Shocked, i quickly wipe them down. Feeling her eyes follow my every move, I look up at her and smile.

"I apologize, I must have had a bad dream."

She smile back at me sadly, nods and walks away to instruct other sleeping passengers to wake up because the plane is about to land.

Why was I crying? Was it the dream that affected me this much? I place my hand on my chest, over my racing heart just like in the dream. It still hurts so much, as if everything i saw and felt actually happened. Almost like it was real. It felt real. It couldn't be. Could it?

I looked out the window trying to not dwell further into it and watch as the pilot managed to land us safely on the ground. I stay seated in my seat watching other passengers file into lines, impatient as ever, trying to get off the plane as fast as possible before I follow after the chaos is over.

Most people would say being back in their home town brings back so many childhood memories. I don't have those. I just have mixed feelings that I don't know where to place. I barely remember anything and this city reminds me so much of that, of what I've lost.