Hey, wonderful readers! Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. Please don't throw things at me. I'll try to update this story more often. Now, ONWARD 

"We are now boarding for the 1:30 flight for Venice. Please form a line to my right, and we will get you boarded and seated as soon as possible. Thank you."

I smiled and took Phil's hand as we stood up. "Ready, babe?" Phil gave me a nervous smile. He was so excited to go to Italy, but he always got nervous on planes. You would think he would be used to flying by now, with all of the conventions we go to in America, but he still gets nervous.

Phil nodded. "Yep. I guess." Just as we were walking to get in line, I heard a squeal from behind us.

"OHMYGODYOU'REDANANDPHILANDYOU'REONTHESAMEFLIGHTASMEOHMYGODWHAT'SYOURSEATNUMBEROHMYGOD!"

I turned around. "Uhm, hi! Yep, we're Dan and Phil, I can see you're excited." I chuckled a bit.

The red headed girl looked at us with wide eyes, and nodded, unable to speak. "C-c-can I have a selfie and a hug?" she managed to say.

Phil smiled. "Absolutely!" He hugged her, and I hugged her, and then I took a selfie because the girl said her hands were shaking too much.

She asked our seat numbers, but we weren't even remotely near each other, so, with the girl looking upset, we said goodbye and went to board.

When we sat down, Phil remarked to me, "She was like an excited Pomeranian." 

I laughed, and turned my head to the flight attendant, as she explained how to use our seat belts, what do in case of an emergency, and so on. 

Like I couldn't buckle a seat belt on my own.

As the plane started moving on the runway, I looked over to see all color drain out of Phil's face. I grabbed his hand, and held onto it as we lifted off. His hands were shaking, but he looked at me gratefully.

Luckily, our flight to Italy was significantly shorter than when we fly to America for conventions. 

We arrived to see the most beautiful landscape before us. It was breathtaking. When we were told that we could unbuckle and start exiting the plane, I got up and grabbed our carry-ons out of the overhead, before getting off of the plane as fast as we could. 

Phil was hopping around like an excited kid. He grabbed my arm, squealing, "Dan! Dan, we're in Italy, oh my God, I'm so excited." He gave me a quick kiss. "This is going to be the most incredible holiday, thank you so much for doing this for me! I love you so much!"

I smiled at his excitement. "Love you, too, Phil. Let's go and get our suitcases."

I couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt eating at me as I watched Phil being so happy. The main reason I planned this vacation was because I wanted to make up for what I did.

I thought of how Phil's happiness would drain if he knew what I did.

He can't ever know.