Violet
I heard the cockpit door open and somehow forced myself to get back to my seat.
I felt I needed to say a lot more than sorry to Elijah, to explain the sudden clinginess but the flight attendant had already appeared, and was taking down our bags.
My seat felt colder without him there, as though some part of me had stepped back from a warmth I had no right to linger in.
Silence settled again, except for the dragging of wheels on the plane’s carpet and Elijah grabbed his coat. However, I did see him steal an occasional glance at me.
I folded my hands in my lap and stared at the faint glow of the cabin lights, at the runway appearing below us.
The flight attendant asked me if I needed anything to which I only shook my head and held onto my seat firmly as the plane began to dip.
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