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On a certain Saturday evening a Boeing flight was nearing its destination. Passengers floated to sleep as cabin lights dimmed to imitate the natural conditions outside the cockpit. A girl with long black hair raised her eyes, reached out an arm and pressed a small square button on the airplane's ceiling panel. She squinted as the overhead light switched on and illuminated a soft orange light onto her lap. Flipping open the only book she brought, she tried to march the words into a readable formation.

The past and the future were pages of a novel too complex and too long. Flipping through the book listlessly, she listened to the music that was the steady humming of engines and the droning whisper of conversations three aisles away.

She thumbed the book in her lap to a page randomly and fixed her gaze on the sentence: "Love is a stony road." She inhaled those words and repeated them in her mind, breathing meaning into the black ink.

Moments later she sighed and closed the book, distracted. She pressed her cold cheeks to the window and stared out into the purple darkness. This was the night she would meet for the first time the man she fell in love with two and a half years ago. Some of the feelings she had felt then had disappeared. To replace them, more thoughts now squirmed around in her head.