A line on the runway. One of the yellow ones.



Sure.



They've already called for people to put on their seatbelts, and the engines are going, but we haven't started to move yet.

I'm watching it because… oh it sounds stupid when I say it out loud. I'm watching it because as long as it doesn't move then it means that I can call this off. That it isn't really happening.

Once it starts to move, that means the plane is really moving and all this is really happening and I can't stop it.

Not even if I got up and made a scene. One it starts to move, I'm stuck. I am on this plane and there's no stopping it.

So I'm watching it, and as long as I don't blink, it's not going to move, and I'm going to be able to take it all back, I can get off this plane, I can tell her I'm sorry and -



And there it goes.

Slowly at first, then faster and faster, as the engines get louder and the wheels spin and a couple of nervous flyers a few rows ahead of me make little half-hearted wooping noises.

But it doesn't matter. It's done. I'm done. I am on this plane.

I am doing this.



Oh that's easy enough to explain. I've just made the worst mistake of my entire life, and there's nothing I can do to take it back.

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