Title: Fill in the Blanks
Author: snowyplains
Rating: PG
Note: I'm having a case of writer's block. I couldn't decide how to end this...so essentially, I didn't. I didn't post this earlier because I wasn't really sure what to make of this story myself.
There wasn't time to think coherently.
I stare at Sara, sitting in the seat next to me, perfectly composed amidst the chaos surrounding us. The only indication that anything was wrong was the vice-like grip she had on my hand. People were screaming, crying and throwing up. Luggage was spilling out of the overhead compartments, and the oxygen masks had already been deployed, hanging listlessly in front of us.
She had refused to put one on. No fire, no need, was her justification. Instead, she sat stiffly, looking forward as the plane we were on hurtled to the ground.
Every once in a while, the plane would level off, and she would loosen her grip on my hand. But inevitably, the drop would resume shortly thereafter.
She was scared. And understandably so. By my best estimates, we had another 5 minutes to live at most.
"It's okay, Sara. I'm sure its just turbulence." I sounded like I was lying through my teeth, and she could tell.
She grits her teeth. "Forget it, Nick. It's not going to work. We both know perfectly well how this is going to turn out."
She didn't need to describe it. I knew. There had been no reassuring words from the captain over the intercom. There had only been panicked stewardesses running and crying, and snippets of staccato sharp exchange between the pilots and air control.
"I don't want to d-"
She cuts me off. "Change your mind."
I knew this was getting to her. She didn't want to die either. And even now, she wasn't about to show any weakness, any regret. She was going to go down fighting.
"Come on. You don't feel anything."
She rides a wave of nausea as the plane banks roughly. "Nothing. Can we please stop talking?"
"What if I had a last wish? And if it came to pass, I'd die happy."
She smiles ruefully. "If I could grant it, whatever it is, I would."
"Really?"
"Yeah. No regrets, Nick. If we can resolve something, we should. It's not like we'll get another chance."
That was enough for me. I leaned over and kissed her softly. She responds, and I feel a wetness on my face.
Sara's crying. And I can hear her, choking down her sobs as she lightly nips my bottom lip. She keeps crying softly as we deepen our kiss.
And I knew she was full of regret. From the way she was kissing me, it was obvious that she had felt the same way about me as I did for her. And she was so sorry.
Author: snowyplains
Rating: PG
Note: I'm having a case of writer's block. I couldn't decide how to end this...so essentially, I didn't. I didn't post this earlier because I wasn't really sure what to make of this story myself.
There wasn't time to think coherently.
I stare at Sara, sitting in the seat next to me, perfectly composed amidst the chaos surrounding us. The only indication that anything was wrong was the vice-like grip she had on my hand. People were screaming, crying and throwing up. Luggage was spilling out of the overhead compartments, and the oxygen masks had already been deployed, hanging listlessly in front of us.
She had refused to put one on. No fire, no need, was her justification. Instead, she sat stiffly, looking forward as the plane we were on hurtled to the ground.
Every once in a while, the plane would level off, and she would loosen her grip on my hand. But inevitably, the drop would resume shortly thereafter.
She was scared. And understandably so. By my best estimates, we had another 5 minutes to live at most.
"It's okay, Sara. I'm sure its just turbulence." I sounded like I was lying through my teeth, and she could tell.
She grits her teeth. "Forget it, Nick. It's not going to work. We both know perfectly well how this is going to turn out."
She didn't need to describe it. I knew. There had been no reassuring words from the captain over the intercom. There had only been panicked stewardesses running and crying, and snippets of staccato sharp exchange between the pilots and air control.
"I don't want to d-"
She cuts me off. "Change your mind."
I knew this was getting to her. She didn't want to die either. And even now, she wasn't about to show any weakness, any regret. She was going to go down fighting.
"Come on. You don't feel anything."
She rides a wave of nausea as the plane banks roughly. "Nothing. Can we please stop talking?"
"What if I had a last wish? And if it came to pass, I'd die happy."
She smiles ruefully. "If I could grant it, whatever it is, I would."
"Really?"
"Yeah. No regrets, Nick. If we can resolve something, we should. It's not like we'll get another chance."
That was enough for me. I leaned over and kissed her softly. She responds, and I feel a wetness on my face.
Sara's crying. And I can hear her, choking down her sobs as she lightly nips my bottom lip. She keeps crying softly as we deepen our kiss.
And I knew she was full of regret. From the way she was kissing me, it was obvious that she had felt the same way about me as I did for her. And she was so sorry.