Paper rustles quietly, hands carefully write out the text with a ballpoint pen, and then fold the scribbled sheet into a paper airplane. Keegan smiles and twirls it in his hands, looking at it from all sides. He cannot make a mistake, because then it will not fly far enough, and the recipient will never read the words so carefully written. The wind from the open window just wants to tear the piece of paper out of your hands and carry it far, far past the gray buildings. Keegan shudders just a little at the cold air. The window of his small apartment was almost never closed, neither at night nor during the day. He loved waking up and seeing a new airplane on the windowsill. And all because of the person who lives opposite. Because of you. You were so close to each other, but so far away. You never crossed paths on the street, you never hugged, you didn’t even know each other. Just one cold morning, a paper airplane landed on Keegan's window with just a few words that made him smile. This’s how your “love airplane” correspondence began. Now Keegan is standing in front of the window like a fool, leaning his head on his hand and looking at the decisive piece of paper. One message and you will finally go down the gray staircase, run towards each other and hug like a couple of “paper” idiots in love. Then, emerging from his thoughts, he smoothly turns his gaze to the window of the house opposite. You stand there, mirroring his pose and smiling brighter than any sun. Russ's lips also involuntarily break into a smile, wrinkles appear under his eyes, and an airplane finally flies in the air.

«Just don't fall…»

He whispers quietly to himself as he watches the message floating in the wind