CALIX
I take a deep breath, tapping my fingers anxiously on the armrest. I started getting cold feet soon after the flight took off.
Now I suddenly want to abort this trip.
If only the airplane could circle back like an helicopter. I sigh wearily. Knowing myself I still would not be able to apologize when and if I do see Gweneth. What is left to do then? Coerce her into returning with me?
That would not work.
I am torn.
A larger part of me wishing I never took this flight. Curtis was right. The situation and myself are both beyond complicated. I look out the window, mindlessly staring at the clear fine morning sky, thinking that I should book a return flight once I reach the airport.
"Is there anything you would like me to get you sir?" Standing besides my seat is a flight stewardess. I quickly notice how tight and skimpy her uniform is compared to the ones I have seen in all my seven years of flight travelling.
