|A Dream and A Promise
Author: The Little Devil PM
A promise made years ago. Her dream finally coming true after all those years of waiting to be free.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,883 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 02-10-10 - Published: 01-21-10 - id: 2766511
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This is a story I started writing when I was bored in class.
I hope you guys enjoy!
Today marks the first day of my travel plan. I just graduated a month ago and I can't wait to see the different sights the world has to offer! I am now at the airport, with a backpack and my ever faithful digital SLR. My first stop will be Japan. It has always been my dream place to go to.
I walked towards the check-in counter and requested for a window seat so I could get a glimpse of the place before we land. Also, I want to see the top of the clouds. I sometimes wish that I could just jump on top of those big fluffy looking clouds and drift away with them – seeing the different places along the way. It would be like flying all the time.
Since I still had time before the gate is open for boarding, I decided to go for a stroll around the airport. I took pictures of children, families – even couples. As I look through my lens, something caught my attention – more specifically, someone did. I was surprised to see that person right there, just a few meters away. The last time I heard, he was in some foreign country finishing his degree. Suddenly, that person looked towards my direction. Don't panic Char. Just pretend you're looking for a subject to take and slowly move away. Before I knew it, I pressed the button and the shutter clicked. I quickly looked for another subject, slowly moving away from his sight. When I felt that he couldn't see me anymore, I started to dart towards the nearest restroom.
I started to think, why did I have to see him, of all people and of all the days. Why? I hope I don't get to see him again. I looked at my watch. 10:03 am. I should head to the boarding gates soon.
I splashed my face with ice cold water, walked out the restroom, and prayed that I won't see him.
"We will now start boarding for the flight PR 432, bound for Narita. All passengers please proceed to gate 4." I got my bag and went to fall in line. My excitement faded after seeing him. It really bothered me that I saw him here when he's supposed to be abroad. There's this feeling that something was wrong, I just can't point out what.
When I got to my seat, I placed my bag under the seat in front of me, so that it'll be easy to take out my camera later in the flight. I looked out the window and instead of feeling excited that I'll be in Japan in 11 hours and 18 minutes, I felt disturbed. I couldn't stop wondering.
The flight attendants started to prepare for takeoff. I noticed that no one was seated beside me. I was hoping I could meet someone on the plane, someone nice, but I guess that only happens in movies and unrealistic romance novels. I went back to staring out the window. Busy workers and multiple planes lined up beside this one. I focused my thoughts on what I would do when I arrived. But my focus was broken by a familiar voice that said, "Hey Char." The way the voice said my name made me jump. I turned and saw Seth Clark standing right there in front of me, not meters away like when I saw him earlier. I swallowed. "Seth? Why are you here?"
"Is that all you can say after not seeing each other for five years?"
"Yes. No, seriously, why are you here?"
"I guess that attitude of yours never changed – which is exactly why you don't have a boyfriend."
I bit my lip. He was right. I had always been like this. Acting mean whenever I'm with a guy. I don't know why but it just comes natural. "What do you know about me? You haven't seen me for five years." He smiled. "You haven't changed much really. Not even physically." I blinked at him as he sat beside me. "What do you mean by that?" He replied, "Exactly what it means, no other meaning." I turned my back on him and stared out the window as the plane started to move. Then he said, softly, "I'm keeping my promise." My heart felt like it was being squeezed hard. Keeping promises was one thing Seth wasn't good at doing. And yet, he's here. Just as he promised six years ago, during our junior year in high school.
Next chapter to come. :]