Part 6
It was 7:00 am, March 8th. I sat on the couch, drinking my coffee. I just stared at the wall thinking about how my life changed; in three months.
At that moment in time... I really could not be much happier. I switched on the television and flipped to the news channel since there wasn't anything interesting. I finally settled on one.
'MALAYSIAN AIRLINES;FLIGHT MH370 MISSING'
My world was a blur. Tears brimmed my eyes daring to spill at any moment. MH370. Sam's flight. The tears could not stay in any longer and flowed out. i grabbed a jacket from the closet and went straight to the airport. Paparazzi cars surrounded me from all sides, but at that moment I couldn't care less. My world was falling apart, once again.
14 days later:
I was curled into a ball on my bed. I'd been laying in this position for fourteen days. Just getting up to use the washroom and occasionally eating a slice of bread. The bags on my eyes were now clearly evident after all the crying. One hour ago, the president had announced that MH370 had crashed in the Southern Indian Ocean. That announcement broke the little pieces remaining too. I still believed that nothing happened. I kept telling myself that. But, harsh reality kept flashing on the TV screen telling me something else. Yet I kept repeating to myself:
'Dear Indian Ocean, keep them safe, warm them, hug them, take away all their fear. Take good care of MH370 until we come to take them home.' I guess I had repeated it more than 3000 times. 'The lights will guide you home, I'll be waiting for you MH370."
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