Before love Lies
Over the roar of jets taking off from the runway, her sweet voice filled my ears.
“John, we have to go now,” she said.
We grabbed our bags and ran toward the plane, lining up on the runway. It was our first mission. Fear made my hands sweat and my knees feel weak, but somehow Michelle’s voice cut through the noise.
“John, don’t be scared,” she said. “We both need to be strong.”
This is Eagle 10 requesting all-clear for takeoff,” I said, leaning closer to the microphone as the cockpit lights flickered softly around us. For a moment, there was only static in my headphones—sharp, biting, endless. Then a rough, cold voice broke through.