The Airplanes And My Story

I looked up at the sky from my room

And then I saw it,

An airplane.

I felt thousands of emotions as I stared at it.

Awe, fascination, confusion, sadness, sorrow, and most particularly,

Hurt.

A lone tear slipped from my eyes. I wiped it away.

In an instant, I started to remember little me. And of how I grew up wishing that I'd see myself sitting in one. Looking at the clouds outside the window, appreciating the view from up above with my parents smiling at me in adoration.

But then nothing is perfect. When we thought things were finally going great then fate would just have to take it all away.

It hurts.

I'm hurt.

But...

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Hallo halloooo, this is my first one shot story. I hope you guys like it. Feel free to comment corrections, or your feelings about this. So enjoy! And uhm please be kind in criticizing the whole thing, I'm new to this and it's just that a dear friend of mines pestered me in publishing this for a long time now when she accidentally read it in my account before.

Love love love from meeee✨

#1 - open-ended (mama imma cry😭)
#1 - lifeproblem (this is life😔)