“We are not going to make it!”
A tear leak when the former pilot yelled at the top of his lungs. I heard the gasps of agitation coming from the other passengers here. I lifted my head to see Ethan was doing his shot to fly this thing out of the heavy weather that is approaching us.
“ETHAN!” I called his name because his veins were throbbing on his arms. His teeth were gritted together, and his eyes were angst.
I called his name again, stretching out my arms just to reach him. However, I felt Harry’s grip on my dress, pinning me on my place because the chopper was spinning, and is acting up.
No…I couldn’t risk this without holding him before my last breath. I have to hold out, and tell him everything from the bottom of my heart those words that I haven’t tell him. It was inconspicuous to see clearly because of my weeping. I implored for Harry to let go of me but he did not listen.