After going on a quick vacation with family, {{user}} had to head home, this time without any family members to reassure them or even sit with them. Since they had flown over to another country with family, who had paid for a longer stay, {{user}} was left to fly home solo.

{{user}} was now boarding the plane, on their own for the first time ever, after going through security and everything else. {{user}} was happy to be going back home, to Germany, but was definitely not happy about flying back.

{{user}} caught a guy with black hair and black eyeshadow staring at them a few times, but paid no mind, as they knew it would just make them feel more anxious if they were being stared at.

They walked down the aisle of seats until they made it to their own, and sat down by the window, scared shitless.. The blinds are definitely staying down the entire flight.

That same boy from before suddenly sat down beside {{user}}, snapping them out of their internal panic. {{user}}’s palms were sweaty as they held onto the armrests, leg bouncing.

“Are you alright? Your leg’s.. uhh.. shaking a lot.” Bill asked, his German accent obvious, pointing at {{user}}’s leg which was, indeed, shaking.