Imagine being scared of flying and having a rough time on the plane. Shawn tries to help you, but it doesn't really help.

The tiny window is never enough, I can see, but its so far away. I can't see enough. My heart races at random times, my stomach flips, and the turbulence places thought in my mind every time.

"You okay?" Shawn asks as he places his hand on top of mine. The action pulls my mind from my thoughts. My stomach however still has the feeling, and my heart is still rapidly beating.

"Yeah, you know just a bit nervous, like usual."

"It's okay, it will be okay."

I know it's going to be okay, it's always okay. You have a way higher chance of being in a car accident than a plane crash.

dying in a plane crash 1 in 11 million, dying in a car accident 1 in 5000. Yet I have full control of the car and no control over the plane. I am on the ground and will most likely die instantly or wake up in the hospital. Where I am in the air and will have to witness myself falling, see myself about to die.

A car accident I will freeze, a plane crash everyone will be screaming, yelling, crying trying to get free to safety, absolute chaos.

"I know." is all I say.

turbulence, turbulence, seat belt sign

I watch a movie, I am not really sure what its called, but their getaway driver is young, he listens to music and seems to be out of place. He shouldn't be involved in the business but he is, it's a good movie, but my stomach hasn't settled.

The seatbelt sign comes off and I can be at ease for a little longer. Shawn sleeps, he hates how bored he gets on planes. He will have conversations with fans and random people, but other than that he sleeps.

I try to sleep but it's never enough. It's the sleep where I am fully aware of my surroundings. You can still feel exalt where your head is, you can hear the conversations. They when you open your eyes you realize an hour has passed.

Turbulence, turbulence

I cannot sleep

seatbelt sign.

I close my eyes and try to control my breathing, the lady across from scares, maybe she is concerned, maybe she thinking I am an idiot.

Shawn is still asleep.

I grab his hand and try to relax a little more. Maybe he is awake, maybe it's reflex, or maybe he is sleeping but is aware, because he tightens his grip around my hand.

Turbulence, turbulence.

I stare out the window, looking for water. I always feel safer when we are over water. I think because we wouldn't really crash, yet I know. Water practically turns to cement when your high enough, we are defiantly high enough.

turbulence.

we are in the clouds, I can't see anything. Shawn opens his eyes, the amount of turbulence has woken him, he's concerned, isn't he?

Turbulence, turbulence, someone screams, then laughs at her self.

the captain comes on. Saying we are experiencing some heavy winds and will be for the next few minutes.

"We are okay," Shawn says still hanging onto my hand.

"okay."

Turbulence, turbulence, turbulence.

"We are okay."

Then the caption comes on again.

"We are going to lower the plane to try and avoid the amount of turbulence." I think he is saying we need to get a bit clear to the ground, to improve our chances of survival.

"Marky." Shawn whispers

"Yeah."

"Think about something else."

"I can't"

"You can just try."

Turbulence, turbulence, the seatbelt light turns off, so do the rest of the lights.
turbulence, turbulence.

Youth!! I was actually a little worried tbh. Don't kill me but I am not a hug fan of Kalid. But youth is so good, Khalid sounds good, Shawn sounds good (duh.) it's great ❤️ also love that photo of Shawn and his Jeep ❤️

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