Epilogue (1)

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Chris:

~Insert~

"Don't—Don't go away, Chris."

*Chris stirs and tilts his head on the side; his memory of Mhairi napping beside him continues to flicker*

"I said, don't move, Chris. Stay—Stay with your Ate Mhairi. Ate Mhairi wants you here."

*He moans again in his sleep*

"You're so warm, Chris. So, so soothingly warm."

*Chris mumbles again with 'Am I? Am I—Am I your wee Chrissy Chris forever?'*

"Yes. You are—You're my wee Chrissy Chris. You'll be my one and only Chrissy Chris forever."

*He grumbles Mhairi's name while still asleep*

"I hope—I hope you wait for me. I hope you will love me the same as what I feel for you."

Mhairi, I—

"I cannot wait for you to grow up, Chris. I cannot wait to tell you how much I love you and waiting for you all along."

*Mhairi's voice suddenly echoes all over his mind; his dream has shifted from a glimpse of his memory from ten years ago into a vast, green field*

"Chris? Chris?"

Mhairi? Mhairi, is that you?

*Mhairi's sweetest, engaging smile beams at him while her brown gaze never leaves his*

"I'll be waiting for you."

*He stirs and moans again while glinting his closed eyes*

"I'm always here, waiting for you."

Mhairi—

"Chris—"

~End of insert~

"Sir? Sir?"

I immediately open my eyes and turn my gaze to the voice that jolted me from dozing off.

"Could you please put your seatbelt on? We're about to land in an hour."

Still a bit woozy, I move my gaze around the plane. Most of the passengers are putting their seatbelts on while a few are busy watching movies on the small screen. I straighten myself up and buckled mine.

"Anything you want to drink, Sir?"

"Huh? Uh, I'm good, thanks."

The flight attendant smiled at me and left. The bright, flickering light immediately beams as soon as I lift the window shade of my seat. I gaze outside when I manage to gain my full equilibrium back from my 6-hour snooze. I could see loads of vast, green fields from the window, indicating that we're in the Scottish Borders. My heart flutters in glee while gazing down. The wee, young Scottish lad inside me starts to feel the utter excitement while a sweet smile peeps from the corners of my mouth. God, I missed Scotland so much. I didn't realise how much I miss my home country until the Captain speaks through the speaker.

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