Kapitel 2: Chapter 2
He awakens with a start, surprised to find that the plane is fine and gliding calmly. The flight attendants are distributing snacks and drinks to all passengers. Somewhere behind him, a baby is laughing.
He peers out the window and sees the clear dark sky. There are no thick clouds, there is absolutely no sign of rain. It is as if there had been no turbulence at all.
A bad dream. It was just a bad dream.
He looks at the chair beside him. The girl with chocolate brown and eyes and pouty lips is gone. He shakes his head as he remembers the kiss.
Well, maybe the dream wasn't so bad after all.
He grabbed the book and reads the remaining pages.
He smiles as he sees the message his boss had scrawled on the first page. "To the next big thing of CebuPacific." it says in beautiful penmanship, no doubt written with those fancy MontBlanc pens that cost more than two years of his salary.
Heion Calix Villaroel, had loved all his life but couldn't get enough funds to train as pilot. Unmoved, he promised himself that he would still work where planes were involved. He opted instead to be an apprentice at CebuPacific Airlines, hoping one day he'd make it to the very top despite never having a formal degree.
His drive paid off handsomely, and his relentless energy and work ethic was soon noticed by no less than Malu Solina, the corporate head of training herself. In fact, his career had progressed so well that he was immediately chosen to lead two massive developmental projects involving over ten thousand people.
Not that he minded.
To say his job was exhausting was an understatement, but he loved the challenge. At only 25, he had all the youthful energy and time to meet the punishing standards and schedules of his job.
Because of good looks and his dedication, uncountable flight attendants are giggling over him. But much to his chagrin of flight attendants and besotted trainees everywhere, he had chosen to remain single, never once getting attached to anyone he knew.
Not yet. Lovelife will look for me. I will not look for it.
Because of work, he can count the times when he go home. He knew that his parents are worrying but there's nothing he can do. He needs to earn money because his sister's still studying on college.
"Son, even if you work hard for 12 hours straight, your company will never loves you if you got sick." his worried father would always admonish. To which Heion would always reply, "This is for us." his father couldn't do anything but shrugs and sighs.
He leans back against his seat and checks his watch. Ten minutes to midnight. Good. He was a night owl and preferred doing most of his works in the evening. He prepares to strategize a training module for CAAP when a quiet voice pierces through his thoughts.
"Find me and choose me again."
He groans in frustration as thoughts of her immediately obliterate everything else. Who was she? Where has he met her? How does she know him?
He opens the book and scans through the pages. Maybe all this pointless talk of physics and eleven universes could be just what he needs to push her out of his mind.
As he begins the fifth chapter, he hears someone sink down on the seat next to him.
His turns to see that it is once again the same beautiful, brown-haired girl from the dream before. The white, loose-fitting shirt she has on looks strangely familiar.
Wait a minute.
I've seen that shirt before.
I have a shirt like that.
That shirt is... mine.
"Ugh!" she groans as she tucks her bag under her seat. "Some people talaga when they use the toilets. Disgusting. Anyways, you look so serious. What are you thinking about, hon?"
Hon?
The light suddenly flickers again.
Wait. I need to know who she is. I need to know what the hell is going on.
Dark.
Light.
Dark.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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