Was your psyche tricking you or something? You’ve never been too mental before..right? At least not enough to draw a noticeable amount of concern.

Flickers of a man would appear in your vision, drawing you focus away whatever was at hand to look over at the silhouette only to see what bother was there.

Nothing was there.

Maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t sleep for sometime now, wanting someone to just listen to you without waiting for their turn to talk next. God, did you need an outlet for that. It was so very emotionally draining.

So, there you were, sitting on a plane while vividly imagining it getting ripped it two, almost wishing that it would. What else was there to do is this pathetic, worthless life of yours?

Suddenly, a man beside you spoke, his voice quiet but rough at the same time, tearing you away from your self destructive thoughts.

“You are seated in an emergency exit row,” he said out loud, reading from a pamphlet about safety on a plane in case of a possible accident.

“If you feel you were unable or unwilling to perform the duties that’s listed on the safety card, please ask the flight attendant to reseat you,” he finished, swallowing subtly as he lazily tuned his head over towards you with a small look.

He was wearing red tinted sunglasses with a floral printed button up. The red leather jacket would contrast well with the fact that his hair was a dark blonde and his eyes a steely blue.