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She inhales through the nose and exhales out through the mouth in the seat by the window in the middle of the plane. Taking off is the worst. The anticipation on the runway. Ascending into the clouds at fast speed.
You’re scared? He studies her face.
Well, I just don’t like this part of flying. It’s one of those moments where anything could happen. Like, what if something goes wrong?
That’s life. Life is unpredictable.
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He covers her hand with his seconds before the plane is supposed to flee the pavement. Now, suspended in the air, she gazes at the white in the sky. She peers back at him, but he’s officially asleep. Her mind wanders and wanders every night, yet, he can close his eyes and dream instantly.
She fixates on their hands. Soaring…
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