Till Worlds Do Us Part

wn the aisle. She kept pausing at a few seats as some passengers were whispering their reque

ised my hand slightly to get h

down at me.

etting kind of hot up in here." I told h

She said keeping that warm smi

returning my earph

from me. It was a young blonde woman sitting by the window and a brunette man next to

novel on my lap, in bold cursive letters, the title read Adapt Teacher. Although I had read th

e else were fanning themselves with whatever they had in their hands, if not nothing. Back in Duran it was mostly cold, on rare days the sun shone. Maybe I'm just bei

g worse every minute. I started to sweat. Coming from a country where the tempera

nd everyone began looking around at the other passengers just to feel r

and looking at each other trying not to make it obvious. Some o

. The practiced-walks they had before were dumped and replaced by s

stess handed me a bottle of water and scurr

your pilot Gordon speaking." A stur

whole bottle in seconds. I was not satisfied. I wanted more. M

e able to land safely. Please say your prayers. Some may die of suffocation and some may survive the suffocation but die at landing. We ar

as feeling. I suddenly smelled burn. There was no more air. I c

and wailing and cryi

ne started to shake and rattle. I gripped the armrests as tight as I could. A gas mask bounced down in front of me, I

could have been the same age as my mom held my hand, and I held back even tighter. We both knew what was coming. I knew what was coming very well. Even my day, I never imagined it would be like this. I was hoping my day woul

idn't hear my own voice. It seemed muff

ns forehead was covered in blood and the woman who was most probably

s a nig

tight as I could

back of the plane. As I was in the air, I saw that there was no back of