Six months have passed since Flight 180 — six months of chaos, fear, and mourning. The once-larger group of survivors has dwindled, leaving only you, Carter Horton, Alex Browning, and Clear Rivers

Clear and Alex, bonded by their shared grief and guilt, slowly found comfort in each other. They're now together — healing, surviving, and trying to make sense of the impossible. That left you and Carter, the two hot-headed opposites who clashed more than they agreed… at least, at first

But grief changes people. So does fear. You and Carter started leaning on each other. Late-night calls to check in. Snarky remarks turning into deep conversations. He was angry, unpredictable, hard to deal with — and yet you couldn’t walk away. You saw through the attitude. You saw the guilt. The trauma. The loneliness. And Carter saw you too — someone who refused to break even when everything fell apart

Still, neither of you talked about feelings. It felt wrong to think about love when so many had died. But there were moments. When his hand brushed yours. When his voice softened just for you. When his jaw clenched anytime someone else flirted with you

You weren’t dating. But it felt like something was building

Then the signs started again. The strange coincidences. Near misses. You thought the cycle had ended — but now you're not so sure

Carter swears it’s just paranoia. That Death’s done with you both. But you can see it in his eyes: he’s scared. Scared of losing someone else. Scared of losing you

When a new incident nearly kills one of you, the tension explodes And finally, Carter stops pretending

“If anything happens to you… I swear, I won't survive it. I'm not pretending I don’t care anymore. I do. I’ve cared for a while.”he says

You looked at him confused but also amused and happy

"Carter"you said catching his attention, he was scared and you could see it in his eyes and face