Forget Me Not [A Tragic Love Story][Chapter 1]

We arrive at the airport with time to spare; we eat our baguettes still in silence. Not a word has been spoken between us for nearly 4 hours. Yet the silence isn’t awkward, it our silence. Mine and Georges.

A booming voice tears our eyes apart, our flight is boarding. As we get to the plane my hands start to shake, this doesn’t go unnoticed. George grabs my hand and leads me to the plane. We sit together and the pilot speaks,

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen I am your pilot Calise, please take your seats and we will be taking off soon.” The intercom clicks off.

George pulls me close to him, my head on his shoulder, wrapped in his tight embrace he mutters in my ear, his warm breath tickling my face,

“Daisy, don’t worry we’re perfectly safe.”

I hate flying.

I squeeze my eyes shut tight, and I don’t know how but I somehow fall asleep.

I awake to find myself curled up on Georges lap, a tomato red blush covers my face,

how’d I get here? I wondered silently.

I peer up at George, he looks so young when he is sleeping. I brush a stray piece of hair out of his eyes so I can get a better look at his face.

I would miss this face. A single tear escapes my eye lid a tickles slowly down my face, I brush it away quickly and fall back into a restless sleep.

“Daisy” I soft voice is whispering in my ear.

I smile and look up to see George beaming down at me.

I shift off George and in my own seat to see food being served I lick my lips hungrily.

We eat, again slipping into a comfortable silence,

“Hello flyers I am happy to inform you we are now about half an hour from our destination.”

I catch George’s eye,

“Excited?” he asks

I nod quickly, he chuckles and slides his hand into mine as he looks out the window dreamily.

“Where are we going to stay?” I ask suddenly out of the blue. George scratches his chin,

“Im thinking… hotel?”

“Sounds good to me!!” I giggle. For the next half an hour I fiddle with the belt buckle thinking about George.

Eventually the plane lands and we all step off into complete darkness, midnight. Me and george shuffle lazily to collect our luggage, once we enter our warm taxi I mumble,

“Wow I’d forgotten how tired flying makes me..” I trail off as my head hits Georges shoulder.