And so we soared. Lilee and Tenga's father is an aviation mechanic, his shop is doing well, and he owns a few air crafts.
    This helicopter he named, Maisha. Which in Swahili is life.
      My stomach clenched in nervousness. My teeth were digging into each other harshly, as I squeezed Stone's hand in my fear.
     And as patient as ever, he smiled down at me, I wasn't exactly looking in his direction, but I felt it.
       A feeling of security, nothing was going to happen badly, and if some how I fell out of this helicopter in a swift turn, Stone would be there.
    Either holding onto me until we found a place safely to land, or falling in the air to our fate way below.
      And if it happens the other way around, I'd do the same.
   This experience has changed my outlook on life completely. I thought that I was living, that if I was breathing, I wake up every aching morning, that I was alive.
     I walked the streets, I've had my good days as well as my bad, and I continued to set goals and only hope to achieve them. Life was a routine for me, and I think it's the same for most people in the world.
      But here. With Stone, it isn't. Life is different, because we aren't just alive. We are living, everyday is something new, everyday's an adventure, I never know, until it happens.
    He's given me the opportunity to explore his happiness, and he has given me the opportunity to meet mine.
   Everyone has their own definition, everyone has an opinion, different views on different aspects of life, of living. What is living and what is not?
     What really matters is how we as individuals use those questions to our advantage, and find the answers for no one else, but for ourselves.
      The steady grip on my hand caused me to look from the window, to Stone. And though he was smiling at me because he knew of my fear of flying, he was afraid too.
    I knew it because of the slight squeeze, and his subtle nod, for it's going to be okay.
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     To say that I was scared was an understatement. Because returning to a world without you, was like ascending in an unforgiving cold, cold, darkness.
      Relentlessly ruthless with torturing me with the constant knowing of what life could actually be like with your one true love. The one you were never truly, destined to be with.
      I tried to reconcile within my saddened mind, that everything would be okay.
    But as my eyes flood themselves with tears, and I'm squeezing my own hand wishing deeply for it to be yours. And my heart has been obliterated to absolutely nothing I think that it is safe to say, that I'm sorry. But, not this time my love.
    Everything's not okay.
     "Grant darling, are you alright?" It was my mother, she keeps checking on me, as if somehow I went into a deep sleep again.
    "Ye-yes. I'm alright."
     "Good, dinner is done. You want to come downstairs and join your father, Eliza, and I?" Tugging my knees closer to my chest I denied.
     "Uh, no I think I'll just stay up here for a little while. I'm not very hungry." The look on her face was devastating, but the   way I was feeling was catastrophic.
     "Alright then, I'll make you a portion, and place it in the fridge ok?"
    "Thank you mum. That is kind of you." Lingering with a forced smile, she made her way down stairs.
     Watching the door slowly close behind her I sunk my head into my knees with a slight cry.
      I went back to accidentally find you in time.
    Why can't you accidentally go forward, and find me in time?
      It doesn't work like that Grant, no not at all.
    Not at all.
Feeling my chest cave in due to my failure of coping with this heartache, I closed myself in closer to my poor knee caps.
The worst part about this pain, is that I can't tell anyone what truly is the matter. I cannot proudly confess in truth that I went back in time for all of this time.
    And fell in love with a person that went missing decades ago. A person only known to so few little persons, when he should've been known by millions.
A beautiful person. And what I thought would be an eternity, what felt like an eternity, was a week and six days.
A week, and six days? That is all?
There was a knock on my door, I only figured it was my mother again.
"Yes?" I managed, swiping away any evidence of my sadness.
With his beastly brown hair, and his devilishly strong cheeks, was Joss.
"You've been crying huh?"
Throwing the closest object beside me, he ducked. "Crying, and severely aggressive? Well my dear. It seems like you found love in that week you went missing didn't ya?"
"For once I would like to feel without being read like a book!"
"You've got people that care about you, it's in our nature to know when something is wrong Grant. Now move, let me sit."
Shoving my legs over, Joss greedily took his place next to me. "Now what was his name?"