You think I'd be completely used to flying on a plane by now, right? Seems how I spent weeks-horrible ones at that- on a metal death trap thousands of feet in the air. But nope. Every time I walked up those steps, hearing the whirling of the plane's giant engines as they started up, always seemed to put me on edge. 

It also didn't help when your annoying younger brother was sitting next to you for the next couple thousand miles making explosion sounds in your ear. 

"And then, we'd all suddenly get sucked out of the plane. And plumit to the Earth," he said. Leaning against his seat. I shot him the deadliest glare I could muster 

"Jax, have I ever told you how incredibly annoying you are?" I asked. He smirked

"Only a couple hundred times. Still fun to annoy you though," he said. I thought about reaching over the seat and strangling him. But that would probably lead to a serious grounding. No thank you.

As the sun slowly set across the orange and purple sky, I sighed. Jax and most of the passengers had fallen asleep about 2 hours ago. Jet lag maybe? But hey, I was used to it by now. Traveling the world does that to you. I looked out the window, and watched as we soared through the sky at hundreds of miles per hour. I hated how quiet it was. Only the shallow sounds of the engines roaring beneath us was all I could hear. Along with the occasional snore. A burp here and there, nothing too bad though. 

I hated silence ever since World Tour ended. Because silence led me to think. And that lead me to think about him. And her. Kissing. 

I shuddered at the thought. Stupid Duncan and Gwen. Always invading the once serene mind I called my own. I would be lying to myself if I said I didn't still think about him. I did, a lot. I ask myself "what's the point?" because I knew he was gone. I knew he never thought about me as much as I thought about him. And it hurt. 

But it didn't hurt as much as the thought of him no longer being mine. The thought that he was now touching her the way he used to touch me, he was whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Like he used to do with me. How easy it was to just give up everything we had worked so hard for. All those tears, those fights, those laughs. All for nothing. All washed away like the mascara off of my lashes when I cried because of him every night. 

I just don't understand. How was it so easy for you? How was it so easy to turn from me? How was it so easy to stop loving me? Did you ever really love me? Or was I just a game? When did you stop caring? Why couldn't you just talk to me. Talk about us and maybe work everything out. Like we always did. 

We'd stare into each other's eyes. Your's full of passion and mine full of tears, and suddenly we'd kiss. And all those moments of doubt would vanish. You'd tell me you'd love me, and I'd apologize for not realizing you did.  

And then you suddenly hated me. You wanted me to die. Those eyes that once looked at me with such love, it would make me whimper. Now looked at me with hate. You said things to me I could never forget. It hurt. It fucking hurt so bad. Because I loved you. And you treated me like I was dirt under your feet. And I felt like such a fool, for thinking that even after all this, we'd still have a chance. You were able to peel away every one of my layers. Leaving me weak. And then you just left. 

Fuck you Duncan. Fuck everything about you.

"Hey, you alright?" Jax's voice made me jump out of my thoughts. I looked at him, he was looking at me with worry in his eyes. I slowly smiled weakly

"Yeah. Guess I just got lost in my head," I shrugged. He turned more towards me, his eyes serious now

"You were thinking about him, weren't you?" he asked quietly. I stiffened. Jax had watched the entire series, so he knew exactly how badly Duncan had broken me. He knew that I'd probably never be over it.

"Yeah," I nodded "I was,"

Jax bit his bottom lip slowly, and reached over and put a warm hand on my shoulder

"He's not worth any more of your thoughts sis. You're amazingly smart, and beautiful. Any guy would be lucky to have you. He let go of a real fish." he said. I raised a brow

"Uh, don't you mean 'catch?'" I asked. He blinked, and smiled slowly

"Oops. Sorry. Yeah, catch. Not fish." he said. I laughed, my sadness slowly going away. Jax was always able to make me smile when I didn't even want to think about it. 

"Just think, a couple more hours and we'll be at Aunt Cassie's beach house for a summer we will never forget!" he said. I smiled more, but slowly sighed

"Yeah. I just wish we had a one way ticket and didn't have to go home." I said. He nodded. Thinking I was talking about our Mother.

But in reality I was talking about that damn teal eye'd man who was back home in Muskoka.