CHAPTER 30: HOW ABOUT WEDNESDAY?

EMANUELE'S POV

The ache inside my chest was swift and sharp, throbbing like a rotten tooth. Sighing, I peek out the small oval window to my direct left. The sky reminds me of a kaleidoscope of colours, like bottles of spilt paint on a canvas. I wonder what Kevah is doing right now. Is she crying? Does she miss me? I know I miss her already. I wish I had more time with her. More time with her incredible mouth and her sharp hazel eyes that could stop a meter shower if she stared at it too long.

What are you doing, Manny? Breathe, I coax myself. Pulling on the collar of my shirt like that will make me breathe better. I let out a strangled sigh. It's only a few months, I will see her in no time, I tell myself.

Passengers are still boarding, and I wait for sleep to consume me. Resting my head on the headrest, trying to get the pain of not seeing my Kevah for months off my mind.

“Hello, Emanuele," A sweet female voice jolts me forward. I narrow my eyes at her, trying to figure out where I