Just a story I wrote for a competition. "Now boarding Dallas 212. Gold class." The autonomous voice said over the intercom. "Fuck, I hate this." Samantha said angrily, Though not at Janet. She tried to direct her hatred towards her many times in vain just to make things easier. "I know baby, me too." Janet said tucking a loose strand of Sam's blonde hair behind her ear. Sam untucked all of her hair and used it to hide her face. "Please, don't go. I need you." Sam said somberly. "Not as badly they do. You know that." Janet was referring to the Tibetan Revolution. A small band of civilians were rebelling against the stationed Chinese forces. Things escalated quickly. Having seen every inch of planet earth, Janet had friends all over the world, including the leader of the Tibetan revolution. "Do you remember the first time we met?" Janet asked. "You thought I was a boy for a fucking month." Sam said trying not to cry. "You were standing at the bar yelling at the bar tender! I thought you were going to pull him over and kick his teeth in. What else should I think?" Janet said laughing. It only hurt Sam to think of it. "My best days are getting on that plane with you." "But do you know what?" Janet asked, trying to keep Sam focused on the story. "By the time I found out you were a girl it didn't even matter. I was so madly in love." She grabbed Sam's head and tilted it up. Sam was crying hard. "You're only making it worse." She said with a vulnerable voice. "Would it be easier if I told you I hated you and just left you to die on the side of the road." "Yes." Sam cracked a smile gave a small chuckle. She knew how absurd the idea was. They were two stars orbiting each other. Unable to leave the other's side, until now. Sam felt like she was being launched into the cold vacuum of space. "What do I do without you?" "You don't have to wait for me." "Fuck you!" Sam yelled it loud. People were staring. She looked around at them and went back to the floor. "Of course I'll fucking wait. You're the only girl I could ever want. No one else can make me laugh the way you do. No one has gotten so deep with me. Before you everything was wrong... I don't want go back Janet." Sam was sobbing now. "You won't go back." "Please, I don't want go back." Janet lifted Sam's head again and looked her dead in the eyes. "If I come back and have to fix you again I... so help me God I will..." She couldn't punish Sam. It would be like punishing the world's cutest dog. "I guess I'll just have to pick you back up." She smiled at Sam. "What if you don't come back?" Her voice started raising again. Janet put Sam's head in her bosom. "No matter where I am I'll always be there to pick up, or kick you in the ass." Sam gave a bit of a laugh, muffled by Janets chest. "You're so mean to me." Sam said, her crying now mixed with laughter. "You like it, bitch." They laughed together. But just when things seemed to be getting better the intercom came on again. "Now boarding Kathmandu, 216. All passengers." There was a heavy silence. It went on for a moment until Sam broke it. "Promise me you'll come home." Sam picked her head up and looked Janet hard in the eye. They had seen the news. It was bad. Other countries were getting involved. A lot of people were dead. They both knew Janet might not come back. Janet turned toward the terminal and said her departing words. "I can't promise I'll be back, but I'll always be here."