Page 64 of The Unperfects


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You were like sunlight Chloe. Your smile is so pretty it’s hard to look away, maybe that’s why it hurts so much.

You see, a long time ago I hurt my best friend, I know what it’s like to feel like you have no choice, maybe I’ll write a book about my past, maybe you’ll be in it as the love of my life.

Maybe the bungee actually does snap and I miss your lap.

Maybe it ends there.

If the world would just stop spinning around me… It’s going to take me a while, Chloe.

PS… I still love you.

I hit send without thinking as they close the cabin doors and I close my eyes, leaning back against the comfy seat.

Twenty minutes pass by and I can’t figure out why the plane isn’t actually moving, we’re clearly delayed. I’m annoyed when the pilot comes out on the speaker. “Sorry folks, we just need an all clear from the mechanic and then we’ll be on our way.”

Groans are heard all over.

Great, I don’t die by bungee, but I’ll have a broken heart and then fall from a higher place in the sky—sounds about right.

I hate flying too.

Shit.

I immediately grab my headphones so I can focus on something happier and put on some music from my phone.

And why is it that the first song that comes on is Heartbroken by Diplo, perfect, great. I listen to it anyway, maybe I really do need to deep dive into sadness so I can feel better, though writing that note actually did feel like a deep exhale, even though she hasn’t read it yet.

Which is weird because she’s been all over the texting and calling recently, then again she could be resting. Guilt attacks, she’s sick, the least I could do was listen to her for five minutes.

But no, no, I refuse to justify anything.

I’m where I need to be.

I frown down at my phone like an idiot, then remember I put my phone in airplane mode after sending that last text. I quickly take it off and wait for my phone to buzz and buzz it does.

With seventeen missed calls from Zane.

Thirty text messages, the hell?

Zane

Bro, you need to get here now.

Zane

I’ll send a car.

Zane

Quinn, turn your damn phone on, the plane won’t crash if you turn it on for one second and if you’re in the air, you can use the texting.

Zane

You should be past ten thousand feet and be able to text, what the Hell? Quinn, talk to me.

Zane

Don’t make me do this.

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