I Confessed to My Boss During a Plane Crash

The cabin was in utter chaos—screams, cries, and wails filled the air. I sat there like an outsider, expressionless, unmoved. But no one noticed my hands were gripping my pants so tightly that the skin on my pale fingers had been rubbed raw.Some were writing farewell letters while others were typing away on their phones. It was then that I remembered something. I hurriedly pulled out my phone—my stingy boss had insisted on giving me a satellite version so he could always track me down.My breathing grew a little unsteady, but as I thought about the past years of my life, I realized there was nothing and no one worth holding onto. No family, no friends, only endless work.A faint smile slowly curled at my lips.I found the chat with my boss. Just as I was about to type something, the plane lurched violently. If it weren’t for the seatbelt, I might have been thrown out of my seat. Luggage flew in every direction, one piece slamming into me. Pain exploded through my body, and I

“Fine. I’m quitting. I’m done.” I pounded my fist against the edge of the bed. “No, you’re not. You signed a ten-year contract.” “What? Oh, for the love of God, can someone please bring me justice?” My emotions flared so violently that a sudden rush of dizziness hit me, and I collapsed backward. Kian, who was rigid and composed just seconds ago, moved in an instant. His arms caught my shoulders, pulling me into his embrace. …A sharp headache tore through my skull, my vision went dark, and cold sweat drenched my skin. Kian’s hands trembled as he held me. And just like that, my mind flashed back to that desperate embrace at the airport and his pale feet on the cold concrete. “Kian… why weren’t you wearing shoes back then?” I finally voiced the question that had been nagging at me. He kept quiet, as if struggling with himself. Then, his low voice broke through the quiet. “You said you liked me. Was that a lie?” “Of course,” I answered without hesitation. Beside

The two of them looked perfect together. Everyone in the company chat had started shipping them as a couple.A dull ache settled in my heart.I often woke up in the middle of the night, startled from the same recurring nightmares—the plane crash, Kian running to hold me, Kian attending my funeral, and even Kian getting married.Every time I woke, a wave of deep exhaustion and detachment from the world washed over me.Maybe I really was losing my mind.I thought back to the first time I met Kian—back in middle school, my first year.Back then, my parents had just passed away, and I was living with my grandfather. Poverty and hunger were our constant companions.One day, my homeroom teacher organized a small donation within the class to help me.At first, my pride wouldn’t allow it. But I made peace with it, knowing this money meant my grandfather wouldn't need to scavenge for a long time.The donations were only supposed to come from my classmates. But when my teacher handed me the

As soon as I stepped into the private dining room, all eyes turned toward me.A bright, excited voice called out, "Sora!"I looked over and saw a stylish woman with short, neatly cut hair."Leslie?""It's me! Wow, I can't believe you actually came. You have no idea—I had such a crush on you back in school."She was confident and good-natured, saying it so openly that it caught me off guard, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable, just a little embarrassed."Come in! I'm already married, but I still want my school crush sitting next to me."Before I could respond, a mocking voice cut through the room."Hah, guess they'll invite just about anyone these days."I turned toward the source of the voice.He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place his name."What the hell, Wade? What are you talking about?" Pierce spoke up, frowning.That’s when it clicked.Wade Turner.He was one of those rich kids who never cared about school—the type who bullied others but never really crossed paths with me.

My mind went completely blank, like a helpless rabbit trapped in a predator’s jaws.Wade grinned, milking the moment."You know, I once met a senior girl. Guess what? Turns out our dear Sora once wrote a love letter to a guy."The room fell into a stunned silence.He wasn’t done."That senior was a friend of mine. She told me Sora asked her to pass the letter to a boy in her class."A wave of sheer terror crashed over me.I was afraid that he would say Kian’s name.My whole body trembled, my blood running cold.Wade, drunk on attention, kept running his mouth."Wade, shut up!" Leslie snapped, her voice cutting through the tension.But he only smirked, undeterred. "Oh, what? We’re all adults here, aren’t we? No need to be so sensitive. Anyway, my friend thought it was disgusting, so she just threw the letter away. Hahahahaha!"My heart started beating again.A mix of relief and disappointment crashed into me all at once.So that was it.That confession from so many years ago had ended