Gate 8

It started with a blink.
A quiet kind of love.
The kind that knew its limits-
but stayed anyway.

One gate.
One flight.
One fan.
And one girl who had no idea how much she meant
to someone in the crowd.

Some stories are loud.
This one isn't.
It's made of glances,
of almosts,
of soft goodbyes and even softer beginnings.

Gate 8 was supposed to be a one-off fic.
But it became a mirror.
A love letter.
A little space to bloom.

If you've ever loved from afar,
felt invisible,
or held onto hope even when it hurt-
this is for you.

Because sometimes, it takes one open gate
to remind you:
You're allowed to want more.
From life.
From yourself.

Welcome aboard.

Fasten your seatbelt.
It's going to be soft, slow,
a little chaotic-
but real.

This is Gate 8.
And this?
This is our story. ✈️🌸

- a.zi

P.S.
Yes, there are clues here.
A Christmas song.
A Queen reference.
A sky blue cap.
A scarf.

I won't say who.
But if you know, you know.