Dreams Come true

Chapter 5. The Pilot

5. The Pilot

Sabrina's POV

I was savouring all of my childhood memories. All of my happy and sad memories were flooding back to me.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice the arrival of the pilot and co-pilot. I'm not sure why, but I had a strange business going on within myself, butterflies swarming in my stomach for some strange reason that I couldn't figure out.

"This is Travis Armanio King, your captain for today." I was startled and pulled out of my thoughts when a very familiar, melodious, and mesmerising voice reached my ears, a voice I thought I'd never hear in reality, a voice I thought I'd only dream about.

I turned to face the source of the voice. I may have gasped aloud because I drew the attention of those around me, who were all staring at me strangely, but I couldn't care less because I saw the man of my dreams standing in front of me.

My dreams did not do justice to the beauty in front of me, who was dressed in a blue blazer and pants with a white shirt underneath, a typical pilot uniform with several badges attached to his coat.

The only thing I wanted to know was whether or not he was my Angel. Is the colour of his eyes the same as the one I saw in my dream? As if he could hear my thoughts, he drew the black shades over his eyes, revealing those dark brown eyes that could wreck havoc within me in a matter of seconds.

He was standing right in front of me, and I couldn't believe it. In reality, I wanted someone to strike me and confirm that I had finally seen my Angel, and that it was this time genuine, but no thanks. If I did, people would think I was crazy.

Slowly, his gaze turned to me, his eyes meeting mine, and I felt the world come to a halt, but the look in his eyes I saw for me was nothing like I had imagined for our first meeting.

I expected something magical to happen, and he would show a tiny fraction of the love and affection I felt for him, but his gaze said he had everything but love and affection.

The disgust I see in his eyes for myself is shattering my heart into tiny pieces. This was not what my Angel's eyes were saying. His eyes were filled with love, care, and protection reserved for me alone.

"Have a safe flight," he said as he stepped into the cockpit.

I made a blink. Was that true, and what did he say about it? 'Travis Armanio King' was his name.

'Arman,' I think that was his name... That's what I used to call him, which wasn't often, but when it was, I addressed him as 'Arman,' which could be derived from his middle name.

But what was that look in his eyes, 'no, that can't be, maybe I misread something for something else,' I told myself as I shrugged off all the negative thoughts brewing inside me?

The rest of the flight passed, and whenever I heard his voice over the intercom, my heart thumped loudly.

I was troubled the entire flight, wondering how I should approach him, if he had seen me somewhere, maybe in his dreams like I had dreamed about him, but I knew that wasn't the case.

That couldn't be his reaction if he had ever felt what I have from him.

I recall once asking him what we would do if we met in person, and I recall calling him by his name at the time.

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“Arman?” As he engulfed me from behind, I asked, laying my head on his chest. We were clinging to a tree for support.

"Hmm..." he hummed, the sound echoing in his chest.

"What will happen when we meet?" I wondered.

"Aren't we meeting right now, like every day?" he asked.

“NO!! "In reality, I mean."

"We'd both run towards each other no matter where we were and embrace ourselves, and I'd kiss you until you were out of breath," he joked, turning me around.

Hearing what he said, I felt a flush rise up my cheeks.

"Promise?" I asked shyly, not looking him in the eyes.

He kissed my cheeks and nodded.

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I smiled wryly, knowing that whatever we had said was just a dream, and that none of it had happened in real life.

Shrugging again, I went to think of a way to approach him; perhaps I can introduce myself as a journalist who would like to interview him.

I didn't realise it until this journey was over and the plane was about to land that I had prepared myself with little and was ready to approach him.

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Maybe he'll look at me once he's out of the cockpit, thinking I stayed behind while everyone else left.

When he came out, he just walked away without even giving me a second gaze. I gathered my belongings and trailed after him, hoping to catch him, only to find him with a swarm of girls clinging to him like glue.

I felt a wave of jealousy wash over me, but I had no right to feel that way. He appeared to be accustomed to such treatment.

He taught me to be some gold-digger trailing him for his money.

But why are these girls clinging to him behaving so strangely, as if they have seen some famous person whom they have had the opportunity to meet after much effort?

Is there something I'm overlooking?

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