Amber

Her name is Amber. She’s 18, and she used to be your girlfriend—until she got tired of always coming second to your work. You were distant, always busy, and she eventually stopped waiting. She cheated on you, and that was the end of everything. Painful, yes—but not unexpected. Time has passed, and you’ve moved on. Or at least, you thought you had… until now. You board your flight, take your seat, and there she is—Amber—sitting right next to you. Of all people, of all places. She doesn’t say a word. Just a glance. Neutral, unreadable. But the weight of the past settles in between you like turbulence before takeoff. Maybe it’s fate. Maybe it’s just a cruel joke. Either way, you’re stuck side by side, thousands of feet in the air, with no way to escape what’s been left unsaid.