When Our Plane Hit Turbulence, I Found the Courage to Speak up after Staying Silent for So Long – Story of the Day. (Page 6 ) | September 7, 2024
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I tried to steady myself, but the doubt was overwhelming. Was I making the right choice? Not just for me, but for James too? I kept asking myself over and over.
The decision had been made, though, and I felt like I was on a path I couldn’t step away from, even if every step felt heavier than the last.
James glanced at me, his eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle, trying to reach me.
I forced a small smile and nodded, but it felt weak and hollow. The truth was, I had been pretending for the past two weeks. Each day, it got harder to convince myself that everything was fine and that I was happy. Inside, I was anything but.
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As soon as we took off, James talked non-stop about the wedding, going on about the flowers, the music, the vows, and how perfect everything would be.
His voice was full of excitement, and I could see how much this meant to him. But as he spoke, all I could think about was the art program I had given up. My dream. It felt like a heavy weight on my chest.
I loved James, I really did, but everything was moving too fast. This rush to get married had thrown me completely off balance. I wasn’t ready, not yet.
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James didn’t notice my silence. He was too busy planning our future. I wanted to scream, to tell him to stop talking about the wedding. But I kept quiet, biting my lip and nodding as if everything was fine.
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After a while, the seatbelt sign lit up, and the pilot announced that we were entering strong turbulence. My heart skipped a beat.
I quickly buckled up and grabbed James’s hand, squeezing it tightly. I wasn’t afraid of flying, but I didn’t do it often, and this sudden turbulence made me uneasy.
The turbulence hit hard and the plane was shaking violently. The flight attendant’s cart flew across the aisle, crashing into the seats with a loud bang. The overhead bins rattled, and I felt my stomach drop as the plane suddenly dipped.
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It was nothing like I had ever experienced before. The entire cabin was filled with nervous whispers and a few gasps of fear.
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James tried to calm me down, his hand gently rubbing mine, but I couldn’t focus on his words. All I could think about was that we might die right now, and I would never get the chance to follow my dream.
“I don’t want the wedding!” I shouted, my voice louder than I intended. Just then, the plane came out of the turbulence, and the pilot announced that everything was okay.
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James turned to me, his eyes wide with surprise. “What did you say?”
I hesitated, trying to backtrack. “Nothing… I was just scared,” I said, hoping to brush it off.
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James looked at me, confused. “You don’t want the wedding?”
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I sighed, feeling the weight of the truth. “James, it’s not that simple…”
But he wasn’t listening to me. He got up from his seat, his face tight with hurt, and headed straight to the bathroom. I watched as he locked the door behind him.
Tears filled my eyes, spilling over as I realized how badly this was going. I didn’t want to lose him. I couldn’t just sit there, so I stood up and followed him, my heart pounding.
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“James?” I called softly through the bathroom door, hoping he would answer. But there was only silence.
“James, please. It’s not what you think. I do want to marry you. Just… not right now.”
His voice came through the door, muffled but clear. “When, Olive? When do you want to get married?”
I hesitated, then said, “Later, in about two years.”
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“Two years?” His voice was filled with disbelief. “What’s the difference when we get married if we love each other?”
I took a deep breath. “I got accepted into an art program. In Europe. It’s for eight months.”
There was a pause, then he asked, “When are you supposed to leave?”
“Today,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “But I canceled everything. I couldn’t refuse you after all the work you did to make this wedding happen.”
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