AN UNEXPECTED GROOM

About ten minutes later the purser’s reminder came over the radio. The plane was about to take off. All passengers fastened their seat belts and turned off their cell phones.

She turned off her phone, fastened her seat belt, and looked at the LED screen in front of her, which was showing safety instructions.

Soon the plane started to taxi and flew into the sky.

Sebastien stood in front of the window and watched the plane carrying Roxane soar into the sky like a soaring eagle, flying in the sky he couldn’t see.

As the plane grew smaller and smaller, it disappeared from view like a speck of dust. His black and white eyes also became darker and darker. It was as if his soul had been taken from him and he had died…

Roxane was gone, and she had also taken her joy, her anger and her sadness. The time that followed was a meaningless blank.

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The plane flew steadily at thirty thousand feet. The golden light outside the window shone on the clouds, making them shimmer.

Roxane lowered the sun visor, unbuckled her seat belt and was about to take out her tablet to kill time when someone suddenly sat down in another seat.

-Why do you work so hard?

A teasing but familiar voice rang out. Roxane was stunned at first. She looked up at Jonas’ unruly face and said in surprise:

– What are you doing here?

-Why can’t I be here? Jonas sniffed. You weren’t the one who booked this plane. You think I can’t fly just because you can?

– That’s not what i meant. I wanted to say…

She calmed down and chose her words carefully.

-Why are you on this plane? Are you going to Paris too?

– Yeah, Jonas picked up a magazine and flipped through it casually.

-Why are you going to Paris?

– I go on vacation, write a thesis or study abroad. I can do anything I want. It’s not your business.

He tilted his head to look at her, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes.

“You don’t think I’m following in your footsteps, do you?

Roxane immediately shook her head.

-I didn’t say that, and I didn’t think that way.

Jonas tossed the magazine aside and fiddled with the rosary on his wrist. Her thin lips moved.

-I’m not interested in a child like you. I heard that French women are beautiful and romantic. Maybe I can have a wonderful experience this time.

-Then I hope your dream comes true.

Roxane gave an innocent smile, put on her headphones and started listening to music and drawing.

Jonas was speechless.

Along the way, in addition to eating the in-flight meal, she spent the rest of her time drawing or watching TV shows. She didn’t communicate much with him.

He didn’t take the initiative to talk to her. He would ask the flight attendant for a blanket, then he would sleep with his head covered or watch a movie.

When he watched the movie, he always looked at the girl sitting next to him out of the corner of his eye.

She was completely immersed in her own world, blocking out all information from the outside world.

In the second half of the flight, Roxane was still tired. She fell asleep in the chair, and the phone in her hand slipped to the floor.

Jonas stood up and walked over with the thin blanket. He bent down to pick up his phone and placed it on the small table before gently covering her with the thin blanket.

As he was about to pull the blanket back, his eyes fell on her neck. A red string was tied to her tender white skin, highlighting the beautiful swan-shaped neck.

Jonas’ movements stopped for a moment. His deep eyes were filled with strong emotions, and even his thin lips couldn’t help but curl.

It was the blessing of peace he had asked for her.

She wore it on her body day and night.

Jonas returned to his seat and sat down. In the business class, where no one was around, he could look at the girl he loved without any restraint, letting out the turbulent and passionate love in his heart at will.

Her fingers moved the pearls one after the other, as if she were trying to eliminate little by little the evil, despicable and repressed love.

It was enough.

It was enough.

***

Three months later.

Late at night.

The office of the president of the Flores Corporation was brightly lit.

The door that was initially closed was kicked open. When Enzo entered, he saw that the office was empty. He turned his head and saw a man standing in front of the bay window.

The figure was tall and straight, with his hands behind his back. His rear view was cold and lonely, and there was an indescribable feeling of destruction.

Enzo sighed deeply.

– My Roxane is only going abroad for three years. It’s not like she won’t come back for the rest of her life. Can’t you be this lifeless all day?