Chapter 1 Fated Flight
It was supposed to be an ordinary plane ride, where I panic to myself and try to drown out the fact that I'm on a plane in the first place.
The difference with today's plane ride is, I ended up by a seat at the end of the row. It wouldn't be such a problem really, if the stewardess would just keep that darn cart from hitting my elbow! I kept my arms as close to me as possible. I was on guard most of the time. The flight had just taken off, not even an hour has passed and I was already too scared and too in pain.
I grumbled as I got hit again.
The guy beside me, whom I didn't even notice because of all the troubles I've been having, tapped on my shoulder.
"I'm a little claustrophobic. Is it possible to switch seats with you?" I looked at the poor guy, and nodded as I took my purse.
This was the hard part getting up while the plane is moving.
"Uhm " I was about to change my mind, but before I could he was already standing on the aisle. If he was standing out there, I really didn't have to stand up for too long.
Boy was I grateful that this guy is sitting next to me. He'd taken one pain away and even sensed my fear. Great guy!
As soon as he sat down, I saw him shut his eyes.
"If you've got aerophobia, why the heck are you flying?" He mumbles.
I chuckled as I tried to answer him.
"I'm just flying back home after so long."
He opened one eye and responded, "You sure are brave then, to go back home and to fly a plane."
Again, I chuckled at his comment. He smirked at this.
"How about you?" I relaxed myself and turned my head that was resting on the seat. I could smell him. The seat's fume was manly, but sweet. I slightly leaned closer so that I could whiff the actual smell of the person. The smell penetrated all my senses and I too closed my eyes.
"Just flying." He answers.
I rubbed my eyes and slumped on my seat as the plane started to rumble. Great, I just totally remembered that I'm on a plane. Great just great.
"That scared huh." He grabbed my hand that was clutched on the arm of the seat. I was too scared to even care what he did.
"Just breathe." He looked at me, but I couldn't return the same gaze.
"Yah! Look at me." I shot a quick look, or so I thought. As soon as I looked into his eyes, I couldn't find it in myself to break away.
His eyes were like pools of water. They calmed my fast beating heart and churning stomach. I could feel that the turbulence had stopped, but still, he didn't break the gaze.
It wasn't until his foot was rolled on that he did break away. He let my hand go and looked at his shoes. It didn't seem like he was hurt badly. I hear him laugh to himself and sat himself back down.
He was too nice to me.
"You knew, didn't you?" I poked his shoulder and he slightly moved his shoulders away.
I took it that he now realized what an idiot he is for saving and conversing with a stranger like myself. I sighed and face forward, attempting to sleep my way back to Seoul.
"I saw." He scratched his head, probably contemplating why he answered.
"Thanks." I said as I turned my head away from. I must have been a bother.
"The name's Seunghyun." Again, he scratched his head.
This guy made all the things he did seem like a dream. Now he chooses to be awkward with me? I could just smack the daylight out of him, but I didn't.
"I'm Sandara." I giggled out of nowhere.
Besides our small conversation, the plane ride was as scary and as tiresome as the rest, but it was nevertheless my favorite plane ride.