The Last Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Thoughts on seeing a loved one for the very last time.

Submitted: November 19, 2018

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As the car shifts into park in front of the airport, she knew it would be the last time. It was 3 AM and the night wasn’t finished taking over the sky. It’d been stormy out lately and the clouds were still blocking all the light from the moon, even though the rain had stopped hours ago.

 

It’s funny, she thought, how the weather always seemed to find a way to match her mood. Her mind drifts back to the time when her friend’s Dad died, and how full the church was for his funeral, and how the rain had started to fall as the service commenced and it didn’t stop until the choir finished singing their last song of tribute.

 

She takes a deep breath and leaves the car, making her way into the airport has never seemed this hard before. In a tired daze she goes through the mundane process of airport checkin and security. She must look like shit, because security stops her, goes through all her belongings, and pats her down thoroughly. Normally, this would have caused her to be annoyed, but today she doesn’t care. She doesn’t have the energy left to do anything else but get onto the plane, and she’s not a morning person to begin with.

 

She boards the plane and feels blessed that she’s gotten a window seat, at least now she can keep to herself. She looks outside and tries to take in all the scenery, it’s not very often that she is up before the sun. Faster than she’s realized, the darkness has turned into daylight. This Island, the patches of farmland, the ocean, the red sand, it’s always held a special place in her heart. The plane backs up and prepares to head towards the runway for take off.

 

A sea of emotions begins to consume everything inside of her, she bites her lip in efforts not to cry. This will be the last time that I am here and you are too, she whispers quietly to the window.

She wonders, could you feel it when I left your side?

The plane starts to accelerate, and rain begins to roll down her window. She can no longer blink the tears from her eyes.

 

Again she thinks, how funny it is, that Mother Nature always seems to cry with her. 

 


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