Desiree
We sit in the airplane uncomfortably. It doesn't escape either of us, that the last time we were on a plane, we ended up in the ocean with missing time.
We avoid the topic completely.
"You'd be surprised," He starts, "How many people tell me I should run and change all my information,"
"I'd find you," I retort quickly.
He smiles. "I know. They don't understand you're the only destination for me. I couldn't run from you."
"Yeah," I smile. "Cause I'd find you."
He snorts, holding my hand tightly.
Is he nervous? I'm nervous.
"You would wouldn't you?"
I nod. "Without a doubt."
"What would you do to me? If I ran from you?" He asks, curiously.
"I'm not sure. Hurt you, definitely. Badly." I add
He smirks. We sit in silence, our hands clasped together.
"So...we should've gott
