The Flight – not a true story, ep02

It was a sunny day.

It was boarding time for my flight. I hate travelling but not specifically flying. I had a busy day but not a bad one.

I had my ticket in my hand while I aimlessly walked towards the plane. I was surprised when suddenly a guy asked me.

What’s your number?” he asked while pointing to my hand. I was surprised. I looked at my ticket.

“11A,” I was hesitant but answered anyway.

“I mean your phone number,” he smiled. I was confused about how to react.

“Sorry, I’m just joking,” he continued. “I’m not sure why I said those. I’m an introvert and would have had a hard time starting a conversation with strangers. But somehow the words came out easily when I saw you.” I can see that he was speaking truthfully.

“That’s alright,” I smiled back. I’m not sure why but I feel comfortable with this guy. We started talking and I enjoyed it.

I haven’t had a good conversation for a while. So when he asked if he can sit beside me on the plane, I agreed. He ends up asking another passenger to switch seats with him. We continued our conversation during the flight.

Upon arrival, we went to a local park and had a good laugh. On that moment, I felt something that I haven’t felt for a long time. I silently thought, “This must be…”

Then, I opened my eyes and woke up. There I was, sleeping in my bed. I was a bit disappointed to see my boyfriend sleeping on my side.

“10:14,” the clock read. “Who was that?” thinking about the man on my dream. Back to reality.


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The Flight – ep01

It was a sunny day. I did not remember the date or what day it was. I was walking towards a plane. I guess I’m travelling somewhere. Along the way, I noticed a lady walking beside me. A ticket in her hand. “So we’re on the same flight”, I said to myself.

While we’re walking, I feel a warmth which I can’t explain. “What’s your number?,” I awkwardly asked her while pointing towards her hand. She was surprised. I can see it in the way her face reacted. She looked at her ticket.

“11A,” she hesitantly replied.

“I mean your phone number,” I smiled. I was surprised at how easy I say the line. She was confused and there was a moment of silence.

“Sorry, I’m just joking,” I assured her. “I’m not sure why I said those,” I continued. “I’m an introvert and would have had a hard time starting a conversation with strangers. But somehow the words came out easily when I saw you.” This is true. I, normally, don’t start conversations with strangers.

“That’s alright,” she said with a smile. I was relieved and smiled back. We talked. I can see that she enjoyed our conversation so I asked if I could sit near her. She agreed so I end up asking another passenger to switch seats with me. Luckily, it went well. So we talked pretty much the whole flight.

Upon arrival, we went to a local park and had a good laugh. On that moment, I felt something that I haven’t felt for a long time. I silently thought, “This must be…”

Then, I opened my eyes and woke up. There I was, sleeping on the floor of my room. “10:14,” the phone read. “Who was that girl,” I thought. “But importantly, I’m late for work.” Back to reality. A reality where love is for the living.

“Fair is foul, foul is fair,” I reminded myself.

 


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