✈️ Thirty Thousand Feet and a Second Chance 💫

  

They never really said goodbye.

Not the kind that closes doors and locks them behind you.

Isla leaned against the plane window, her breath misting the glass as clouds floated slowly beneath them. Her grip on the armrest was light—but inside, something tugged.

A pull of unfinished things.

Everyone had said she was brave, taking a new job halfway across the world. A clean slate. But nobody asked what she might be leaving behind.

Or who.

Jonah had never officially been her boyfriend. But he had been there—in the quiet walks, the shared coffees, the conversations that didn’t need words. He had been a heartbeat in the background.

And she had walked away from all of it.

The seat beside her was still empty as the plane leveled out in the sky. She closed her eyes, willing herself not to think about the scarf still on his couch. Or how he always stood close enough to feel like a promise.

Then came a soft rustle. A presence.

Someone slid into the seat next to her.

She turned, expecting a stranger.

But it was him.

Jonah. Flushed. Out of breath. Like he had run through time zones to get there.

“I caught the last gate call,” he said, voice low, eyes locked on hers. “I almost didn’t make it.”

She blinked. Once. Twice.

“I didn’t want to just... disappear,” he said. “And I couldn’t let you go without saying it—whatever this is, I want it. I want us. Even if we’re messy. Even if we’re undefined.”

Still, she didn’t answer.

So he kept going, heart in hand.

“I don’t need a plan. I just need more mornings with you. More of those quiet moments where everything feels right without saying anything at all.”

She looked at him, really looked at him.

Then smiled.

“That might be the worst declaration I’ve ever heard,” she whispered.

He laughed. “Not a declaration. Just honesty.”

“Good,” she said, reaching for his hand, fingers curling into his. “Because I don’t want perfect. I want real.”

And high above the world, surrounded by sky and second chances, they sat in the soft silence of something beginning again.

Not an ending.

A flight toward more.