That Thing Between Eli And Gwen
“I was sure no one else could, either. She held on to the arm of the chair like a cat held on to a shower curtain, her eyes closed shut. The plane shook again and she bit her bottom lip, taking deep breaths.“You don’t fly home often?”“I drive.”“You drive from New York to Alaska?” She had to be kidding me.She nodded. “It’s not that bad. It takes about three, almost four days, and I stop to take pictures of scenery and whatnot.” The plane shook again, and she looked like she was going to cry.I need to calm her down, I thought, placing my hand over hers. Only then did she open her eyes for the first time since we had taken off. She hadn’t been that bad on the first plane—the ride was so smooth she went to sleep—but since this was a much smaller one, she could now feel every bump through the clouds. “Why is your acrophobia this bad?” Talking often helped.“When I was eight, my father and brother went hiking up the mountain trail. I was angry they'd left me behind, and even more upset that t...hey thought I couldn’t do it.MoreLess
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