Continued from No End
The plane dove toward the clearing; the pilot fighting to gain control with the plane’s remaining engine. The skilled pilot was doing a remarkable job of getting the plane under control again.
He still sat with his eyes closed, smiling. He knew everything would be okay. Surely the universe wouldn’t finally unite him with the woman he had loved for years, only for him to die the morning after.
The plane began to level out, and the screaming turned into cheers. He opened his eyes and looked out of the window. They were low, but it looked fine. He started wondering if he should take the next available flight after they made it back to the airport, or if he should take an extra day to calm to down.
Unbeknownst to him, the blast from the engine had also caused a major hydraulic leak. The alarms going off in the cockpit indicated that the pressure was almost lost. The crew attempted an emergency landing into the small clearing. They knew that realistically, there was no hope.
He didn’t even have time to wonder why they were descending again.
She was in the back at work, talking with her coworkers and waiting for the next potential sale to walk in the door.
“So?” Isabella asked her.
“So what?” she asked in reply, knowing full well what she wanted to know.
“You know what!” Isabella prodded. “I’ve never seen you look at someone that way! He looked at you the same. You two were like…I don’t know. Just wow. It was like a romantic movie. Just like a dream. And he was so…”
“Nice?” she interrupted.
“Hot,” Isabella laughed.
“Well, yeah, I guess that too,” she giggled.
“He really did seem like a good guy. I can see why you talk about him so much,” Isabella teased.
“I do not!” she replied.
“Um, yeah. Okay. Whatever you say. Just because you always called him your friend, doesn’t mean none of us saw it. But now I want to know. What happened after you two left?” Isabella demanded.
She didn’t say anything, but the smile on her face and the way she averted her eyes answered Isabella’s question better than words could have anyway.
“Alright!” Isabella shouted and held up her hand for a high-five. “Well? How was it?”
“It was amazing! I am in love. I can’t believe it. It was…perfect. I don’t know how I am going to be without him for so long now. I know he isn’t in a position to really come here right away, and I can’t leave yet either. I just…I know he is the one,” she said.
Just then. her coworker Marco came into the back from the showroom looking as white as snow. The fearful, pale expression on his face was something nobody had ever seen from confident Marco, especially given his olive complexion.
“Hey Amber?” Marco began hesitantly. “That guy you were with last night? Where did you say he lived?”
She looked at Marco with a confused expression and answered, “Chicago. Why?”
Isabella chimed in, “Yeah Marco, why?”
Marco sighed with relief. “Oh, thank God! I did NOT want to have to tell you something like that. But no big deal, this one was going to Denver. Big plane crash, just heard about it. Took off from here, and I know your guy friend was leaving today. Just got really scared, you know? I mean, it still sucks. There were no survivors and all, but I am so glad it wasn’t anybody you knew.”
Amber went white, and Isabella rushed over to catch her as her knees gave out.
“Oh my God, sweety,” Isabella began, “He was changing planes in Denver, wasn’t he?”
Amber nodded and sobbed.
She wasn’t the same after that. The loss of this man she briefly got to have, was just too much to take. The smiles still came on the sales floor, but anyone who knew her, knew they weren’t genuine. As the months passed, she sank into a very deep depression. Her world turned to grey.
Her friends had tried to take her out in order to help her live again, but it was no use. It was as if all the color had vanished from the world. She compared all the other guys to him. She knew that it wasn’t right, but there was nothing she could do about it. She lived her life as if it was on autopilot. Work, home, work, home, work, home, repeat. She felt weak.
Her friends knew she was strong, however. They wondered how she even found the strength within her to get out of bed everyday. After everything she had been through before him, then getting together with him for just one night, they couldn’t even imagine themselves being as strong as she was. So her friends met one night, and decided to do something about it.
The inner circle was small, and only they really knew the words to use. The outer circle consisted of her coworkers and other friends mostly there for support and to increase the presence of the energy. The fire burned in the center. Her friends had decided Amber deserved to be happy. She deserved to see more than grey once again. She deserved to live a life healed from the pain she had experienced, and the terrible tragedy of the crash. They did everything they could for her.
It did not appear to have worked. She was a shell of her former self. It was as if all of the life within her was lost along with the lives in that crash.
Nine and a half months after she had him, she was in the back room, waiting for a potential sale. She was mindlessly scrolling through Facebook on her phone, when she saw Marco walk in, looking white as snow.
“Hey Amber?” Marco began hesitantly. “Um…someone is here asking for you. And, um…you better go see.”