Her Last Flight Novels & Stories

Yet, whenever he looked at me, his expression would darken, and he'd yell at me to stay away from him. Eventually, I stopped getting my hopes up. After he falsely accused me of stealing, I had come to detest him. Meanwhile, Melina was scrolling through her phone. The audio was loud enough to draw my gaze. "At 9:00 am on November 23rd… A total of 208 passengers, including the flight crew, have perished. No one made it out alive. The rescue operation is underway at the crash site…" Elio instinctively turned his head to take a look.

Hopefully, Rose hadn’t picked up on it. Everyone looked up at the monitors when their flight was being announced by a disembodied woman’s voice, “This is a boarding call for Flight 7, Glentral to San Francisco. Boarding call for Flight 7, please proceed to Gate 3.” Andrea looked at everyone in a panic. Can she really just drop and leave everything behind? Yes, she’s had the worst experiences here. But she also had the best ones that she was sure can never be topped. That one, blissful year she had with Sebastian was the happiest she ever got to be.

m. Valeria stood at Gate 22, waiting for boarding. Her suitcase sat beside her. Her heart — shattered beyond recognition — sat heavy in her chest. When the boarding announcement crackled over the loudspeakers, she took one last look at the city she had loved, hated, and been destroyed by. She squared her shoulders. Wiped her tears away. And walked onto the plane without looking back.

My mom will die before Elena and I give her those grandchildren she wants so badly. Images of the children I'll never watch her bake cookies with, or open Christmas gifts with, any of those grandma activities that everyone should get the chance to take part in flood my vision with tears. I turn my head to the window thankful for the inside seat on this last minute flight. I arrived at the airport ticketless with a dazed look and an overstuffed carry-on bag. The counter worker was helpful until she realized I wasn't concerned with a return flight to San Francisco. I didn't have the strength to explain to her without losing it, so I booked a flight back for thirty days exactly. Not sure if I w

Until it encompasses the sky with it's round body. As the fire slowly died out, the chilly air broke through the warmth that blanketed us. Linus was knocked out from the alcohol, and Nathan helped him back to his tent. After cleaning up with Kaitlin and Alex, we went back to our own tents to retire for the night. As I laid down and exhaustion rolled over my body, my eyes blurry from sleep watched in a daze as shadows played across my tent. My last thought that it vaguely resembled a human's figure was brushed off as a figment of my imagination and I fell into a deep sleep.

Announcements echoed over the intercom, flight numbers blending into white noise. Daniel handled everything. Tickets. Security. Luggage. Tessa and Peter just followed. She kept her head down. Kept her phone in her pocket. Kept her heart behind a wall she had built brick by brick over the past four weeks. They reached the gate. "Flight 247 to Chicago," the attendant announced. "Now boarding." Daniel turned to her. "This is it. You ready?” Tessa’s eyes shimmered with tears, she took in a breath and wiped the tears away before they could fall.

It felt like we were standing in complete silence. She smiled first. "No dramatic goodbye." I nodded. "No dramatic goodbye." "You'll be back before we know it." "I will." She reached up and straightened my jacket. A habit she'd somehow developed over the past year. Then she kissed me. Softly. Briefly. Just enough to make me smile. "I love you." "I love you too." "No matter how busy you get..." She smiled. "...don't forget to enjoy it." "I won't." --- "Final boarding call for Flight 427 to Chicago."

They thought this was the best way not only to end her existence but also to take part in the world’s most frowned-upon research—the human cloning program. Just to think, they did this to her—her own family, her own blood makes me want to scream until they all bleed through their eyes and ears. Thankfully, during the whole flight, Griffin doesn’t say a word. Probably understanding that I need this silence just as much as I need air. And he won’t be wrong. I need this space to organize my thoughts. I need this quiet to truly grasp what I really want. When the flight lands after four hours, we are met with the caravan of black cars already waiting for us at the tarmac—arranged by Griffin’s PA.

He said I had not done anything bad and could go to heaven, but I would forget everything if I left. He asked if I had any last wishes. I shook my head. I did not want to hold on to anything. Before I left, I looked back one last time and saw Janet at my grave. She put white flowers there and prayed with her hands together. I decided to drop a leaf on her shoulder. Janet looked up, and our eyes met. She could not see me, but she seemed to feel I was there and smiled. I smiled back, thankful, and then I walked away.

Anyway, cameras are everywhere, as you can see, and the answer is no, whatever is on your mind", she said. "Please, I need to find her", Kaden said, after a few moments of silence. The woman looked at his shiny eyes, full of sorrow and loss. She sighed and started to look at the computer's data. "She's on the list, but I can't tell you where she went, I'm sorry, but she left with the last flight from this airport, and it's up to you now", she said, giving them a wink. "Thank you ", Kayden said, disappointingly.