Post by Avery Miles III on Mar 29, 2018 5:32:15 GMT -5
Sitting at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport waiting for his early morning flight. With the timezone change and the long flight, it was leaving at 7:30 PM and arriving at 8:45 AM Friday London time. Just over an eight hour flight and it would be a long one for Avery as he was once again making the trip solo. Serenity had to stay back in Georgia, as she would spend time with Avery’s mom and their friend Annabelle. Other friends were in town to help keep her company. Avery was an hour early for his flight; not many people flew out late night on a Thursday. Avery might be able to get a few hours of sleep, who knows. He pulled his phone out and sent some silly Snapchats to Serenity to keep in good spirits.
PA: Flight 347 is now boarding to London Heathrow.
Avery gathers his things and stands up. He carries his carry on bag. Enough trips to and from, he was smart enough to be able to fit what he needed into the carry on. His equipment was already at the hotel as he shipped it ahead to himself. It was cheaper and less headache to do this. Heading towards the gate, something caught his eye; more like someone. She had dark hair, the same piercing blue eyes, and the presence of someone that demanded attention. She was heading towards the gates as well, weather a leather jacket. She made her way through the crowd as she slipped on a pair of sunglasses even though it was evening.
Avery: Zoe!
Avery yelled out. It could not be her. Was he seeing things? He was there. The service. The funeral. The burial. He mourned. She couldn’t- no. But who? There is no way someone looks that close. He just had to ask her. What was her name? Who was she? What was her story?
Avery: ZOE!
It was useless, she didn’t respond. He lost her in the crowd and the gates split off in various directions. Asia. Europe. South America. She could have gone anywhere. He looks and scans the crowd as best as he can, but she was gone. Like a shadow into the night. Once? Perhaps he was seeing things. Saw someone that looked sorta of like her. Twice? That could not be a coincidence, could it? Nevermind that, he had a flight to get to. He talked up to the ticket taker.
Woman: Ticket, sir?
He handed it.
Woman: Excellent. The flight it not fully booked so you will be able to have some space.
Avery: Thank you.
He takes his stub back and heads towards the tunnel before looking back once more. No sign still. It couldn’t be Zoe. She was gone. With a shake of the head, he heads into the tunnel and boards the plane for London.
