It was during moments like these he wished days would just end. He had felt like that all day long, for longer if he was being completely honest. You can almost always tell when a day is going to be one by the time you get out the front door in the morning.
The man had been having a string of these types of days; terrible morning that turned into torturously long afternoons that ended with an abhorrently long horrendous night.
The nights; those were the worse parts, because you just knew that those other people were sitting down to a family dinner, or going out for a sickeningly sweet date, getting a drink at a hot new club or just being with a loved one. Being with anyone.
He was always alone on those nights. Coming back to his room at the hotel after his awful long day. Ordering a room service dinner with enough for only one, and then eating it in silence at the tiny table. And after that he would drink a beer, once cold but now only room temputure. And he would flip through hundreds of channels, never finding anything on.
Then he would lie in his bed for countless sleepless hours, always hoping for rest, but always knowing it will never come.
But tonight was different. Tonight would be another sleepless one, but for a different reason. This one would be spent on an airplane that would finally bring him home from his too long trip. After the excruciating hours it took going through security and checking his luggage, the man was finally sitting in his seat.
He had been able to get a window seat, which he was relieved of. It seemed to him that the window meant that he would find an easier distraction, so as to seem closed of to any conversation from an annoying seatmate.
As the man sat there waiting for the rest of the passengers to board, he hoped that there would be enough seats so that nobody would be sitting directly next to him. After all, it was a flight boarding in the middle of the night, and thus far the plane seemed pretty sparse in the way of passengers.
Checking his watch he noted that the gates had five minutes until they were supposed to close. The last few passenger were straggling on, when a young, shorter woman stopped in his row. She looked at the ticket she held in her hand, looked back at the row, and made her way over to the one beside him.
She didn't as much as look at him, or anything really for that matter. Her gaze was fixed at a point on the top of her lap, where her small hands were also positioned. Her hair; black with artificial violet highlights throughout, grazed her shoulders and slanted in a way which covered the majority of her face.
The man was relieved that it seemed his seatmate wouldn't be too chatty on the long flight, but on the other hand there was something just so intriguing about this woman.
Intriguing, or maybe even familiar.
Hey all! Thanks for reading the first chapter of my first longer story on this site! Since this is my first, I am a little nervous, and also very open to feedback. Let me know what you think! I'll upload the next chapter in the next couple of days, so you can really get the tone of it.
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