I've Been Waiting

Claire felt that it was obscure to see Lucy disregard her phenomenal powers that she had displayed near the elevators of the airports. On the plane, she was curious about the journey that they had before. Surely what both Lucy and Adrian have stated wasn't only the things that happened. But even so, getting an answer out of anyone seemed futile. The little girl was walking around the plane trying to find her friends during the plane trip. Much of the plane felt small, passengers were cramped and babies can be heard crying, their mothers stressed and trying to relief them, they two on the verge of sobbing away their tears of stress and exhaustion. The girl too felt their pain, with her friends drowned out by a visual display of tired, ragged and those that suffered from the cramping and lack of space that the plane provided. She later gave up, returning back to her seat from the urgency of the air hosts and hostesses showed, almost hostile of her wondering around the small plane. She sat, unsatisfied by her not fulfilling her curiousity and looked to the person sitting adjacent to her. It was a charming businessman, with dirty blond hair and clear smooth skin. He was a beautiful man; Claire felt a strange notion going in her head. She quite fancied him and took small intervals gazing at him and the small attraction she found herself to like. The man noticed the strange occurrence that had been conducted by the small girl, catching her stares and smiling a weak smile and nodding.

Claire felt a surge of disappointment. "Is he less comfortable due to my presence" was her thought. After catching his weak smile, she decided not to look at him again with a feeling of small guilt.

She then looked to the other side, seeing a man reading a book. He wore a simple pair of dark blue jeans and a green t-shirt with various writings on it. He too was handsome, but not the man that any girl would suggest. His beauty lied in his simplicity, already he had displayed with his presence alone. Claire, internally felt that a sense of glee just sitting next to the man.
"So what do you think of the book?" a woman said, sitting opposite to the man.

"I can't believe you're making me do this." He said, almost having no remote sense of pleasure as if being forced to read.

The two then laughed, after a few seconds, his sense of displeasure disappearing with a huge grin on his face. Claire pursed her lips and looked up, trying to avoid the two who were obviously a couple, feeling a little despair over her small infatuation.

The woman let out a small noise, in realization of an object that she had dropped. The object rolled over towards Claire's leg-space, she automatically going to pick it up curious of what it was, coincidentally the man reaching for it as well. Claire reached the object first, grasping it on her hands, a round yet smooth object it was. The man then over Claire's hands, in surprise of the girls hand present, holding possession of his partner's object that she had accidentally lost.
"Oh." He noised out looking towards Claire, letting go of her hand. The only thing she thought about at the time was how smooth his grasp was to her hand and how warm it was. Claire got up and looked at the object, she gazed it for a short while. It was an orb that acted as a pocket, a small necklace with a purple jewel inside with a pretty and delicate seashell necklace beside it.

Claire then looked towards the couple that stared, the man with much confusion in his face while the woman smiling.

"Thank you very much for picking up that object. Goodness, I'm such a klutz when it comes to dropping things."

The little girl didn't know what to say, with no reaction on her face as if she was blankly staring at both. A few seconds after the woman's comment, she laid her hands towards the woman and forced a light smile. "Oh, no. It was no trouble really it wasn't," she said. The woman took the item and then faced forwards, looking at the seat in front of her. While, the man gazed at Claire, with that same stare with confusion. Claire moved her lips to the side, letting a small gesture of disappointment.

"Thanks…" he said, and then looking towards his book and started reading from the pages he kept open.

Claire felt a little rejected from his sentiment, "Like I said… it was no trouble at all…" she mumbled. She then looked up, feeling trapped between those that she felt that didn't want her presence, due to her strange fascination and interest on them. She couldn't look at one side because of the man who was almost scared of her adoration. While the other, due to him already being occupied and his less than comforting stares.

Claire got up from her seat and gestured for the couple to make some room. "I just have to go to the bathrooms, that's all."

The man reluctant to give her space, the woman slapping him on the arm, "Give her some room!" she said quietly, however with a fierce tone. "Don't mind him… A little literature gets to him every time. It's no wonder why he doesn't present himself in the best of manners." She smiled.

"I'm not really a reader myself, it's nice to read into someone's thoughts but it's always important to have your own." Claire said triumphantly, taking a small peek towards the man's expression. He gave her some room after that, gesturing with his arms for her to move forward.

"But, you need to get a sense of understanding. Books are vital for intellectualism, a sense of consciousness of society and a grasp of understanding of life." She said, trying to defend her stance with terms to consolidate it.

Claire smiled and tilted her head to the side. "But not everyone's a reader." The man smiled shortly after that statement, letting out a small laugh. The woman shook her head. "Only letting her through from your arrogance cause she defended you?" she giggled. "Well I think you are missing out on a lot without reading!"

Claire shrugged her shoulders. "I don't really get the time…"
"No time for reading? What on Earth do you actually do with it?" the woman said with curiousity.

"I think with writers… As they reflect on the marks that people have made in the world. I'm going to try and make my own."

The man nodded his head with awe, inspired by her comment looking at her with warmth and a smile on his face.

She went into the bathroom and washed her face. "What on Earth am I thinking? Why did I feel this way about that man?" she reflecting, thinking back to why she defended and felt so eager to please him, feeling tormented. She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing her sister Kristen behind hiding behind her back peeking into the mirror.

"Kristen?" she said in realization looking back. There was nothing there… And as she looked back into the mirror, her sister disappearing from the reflection and was nowhere to be found. Two small knocks could be heard. "Are you okay Miss? You've been in there for a long time." It was the woman's voice. Claire wiped her eyes, "Yes I'm alright." She got out of the bathroom and saw the woman standing there. "I was just worried that there was something wrong."
Claire sneered, "No, there's nothing wrong."

"But you look flustered! Are you sure everything is okay?"

"Yes, I just need a little bit of rest that's all." Claire's eyes started to water. The woman moved away, to give Claire some room. Claire immediately got back to her seat closing her eyes, the man still reading his book while the other one peering in the windows. Before she got back to her seat, she noticed in the distance Lucy laughing loud with a stranger and that stranger escorting her to another section of the plane.

As Claire closed her eyes, she imagined the two men just watching her. Being interested in her activity, but she was pessimistic. Two men, who she had a sudden attraction to, could not possibly be interested… Why would they?

So was anything wrong? She was confused even more and questioned her part in the journey. She knew she was important for sealing the beasts, but was she up for it? All she wanted to do was save her sister and the group already presented a hostile environment with each other. And what about the prophecy from Mystic indicating a war? Was she going to take part in that too? The future seemed uncertain, but already things seemed to grow more complex for her. She even doubted to continue on this journey, as she felt already that she has had enough. Small tears fell from her eyes; all she wanted to do was to be able to save her sister and hoped that she was alive to do so. But a stronger need was apparent, stronger than the desire to save her sister. She felt selfish even thinking about it, but she knew that there was nothing else that she wanted at that moment.

She wished for Adrian to be there to comfort her, but he was nowhere to be found on the plane.

A small tap was felt on her shoulders. It was the man beside the window, gazing at her with a sad face. "What's wrong?"

She opened her eyes and wiped her eyes, another flow of tears running after those that have been wiped. "I don't even know…" she tried to laugh. "I guess I'm just waiting for something. Something that's there."

It didn't help that the man didn't understand about her desire. He didn't know what to say and gazed back at the window. She then forced herself back, her head leaning on the chair and looked up, gradually closing her eyes. The man reading the book took his eyes off the words and finally gave her attention without her noticing.