⌗ 57; third person ✎ᝰ

Mason's heart drops the same time that the wheels of the plane meet the tarmac of Sydney International Airport. It's eleven thirty; the moon hangs low and Mason feels at her lowest.

Her fingers are laced between Mara's. They haven't let each other go; they don't have the heart to. "We've landed, Babi." Her voice soft.

Mara rubs her eyes. "Hm? We landed already?" She blinked rapidly, unaware of her surroundings. The sound of people unbuckling their belts fills the quiet. "Oh wow..."

Mason smiles warmly. "You slept well." Her best friend smiles back. "I missed you." A truth in the form of three words. She plants a soft kiss upon each knuckle on Mara's left hand.

Mara adjusts herself so she's sitting properly this time. "I've been here this whole time." She chuckled. "How could you miss me?" She asked.

Mason rolled her eyes. "You don't have to be far for me to miss you, Babi." The eldest felt her heart swarm in a pool of warmth. "You fell asleep after the meal. I didn't bother waking you." She tucks a stray strand of hair behind Mara's ear. "You must've been exhausted."

The latter leans into Mason's warmth, the side of her cheek pressed against her palm. Had she died in this moment, she would have no regrets. To be in the hands of the girl she loved most.

"I didn't think so," Mara confessed. "I guess I was wrong." She yawned. "But I definitely feel energised now. I could run a marathon." She initiates this time around and kisses Mason's free hand. "I love you, Babi. So much."

Crescent moons form in Mara's eyes. "I love you too, Kim Mara. Forever and always." Her smile reaches her eyes. Another truth that comes from the very bottom of her heart. Her love for the doe eyed girl was undeniable. It could never falter. To not love Kim Mara was impossible.

As platonic as it may be, that is a truth that exists in every life time; in every version of Mason that exists. A pure platonic love.

A pure platonic love that has transformed into something much deeper for the older girl. A love that has reached unthinkable heights. A love so strong it could almost kill her. Her love has unlocked a part of herself that Mara could not simply understand. She could not fathom her fate; her underlying destiny on this earth. If she could not love Mason, then what was she for?

Was her existence worth nothing? Had she committed several crimes in her past life? Had she done wrong by her ancestors? Those thoughts swim aimlessly around her mind. Her fate had been decided for her; no room for change. Like a vinyl to a record; she spins around aimlessly; unaware of where the beginning, middle or end lies. There is no way for her to stop; unless someone does it for her.

She will spin aimlessly until her lungs give in and her head aches. That is her cold truth. She would die and die again; she would rise from the ashes like a Phoenix from a flame. If that gave her one chance at this love, she would do it,

over and over again.

And so, as the plane door finally opens, the doe eyed girl takes a stand. She reaches for the carry on by the overhead storage. Her fitted tee rises just enough to reveal what lies beneath it.

Mason feels a fluttery feeling emit from the pits of her stomach. Mara's curves were shining underneath the plane lights. Her breath hitches when Mara holds the bag in front of her.

"Babi." Mara giggled cutely. "What were you looking at?" Mason could feel her head spin. This was nothing new to her. She'd seen her best friend in cropped tees and fitted shirts before. But why did her heart flutter all of a sudden? "You really are possessed, aren't you?"

Mason swallows the dryness that threatens to form in her throat. "I was looking out the window." A hard lie that Mara could see right through. "The view is immaculate is it not?"

Her best friend enters a fit of laughter. "Love, the view?" Mara shifts her gaze. It's nothing but pitch darkness. "I think you've been watching too much Bridgerton. You sound so proper."

Mason clicked her tongue. "They had it on the plane. Besides, Anthony is absolutely fit." She tries to move the topic onto other things—like how beautiful and fit Anthony looked in the second season. Yet, her daring efforts to segue their conversation did not go as planned.

"Don't lie, Babi. You're terrible at lying." Mara unbuckles Mason's belt and takes the push handles between her fingers. "Let's go."

They push through the narrow aisle and make their way towards the plane doors. The young ladies thank the stewardess with warm smiles as they walk towards the jetway.

"Does it look ok?" Mara asked suddenly.

Her best friend furrowed her brows. "Huh, what do you mean?" She keeps her gaze towards the end of the jetway. "I'm a little lost..."

Mara ruffled Mason's hair with her left hand. "Gosh, you're incredibly cute." Mason was still unsure. "Do you really not know or...?"

"Or what?" There's a breeze that sends a shiver down her spine. Australia is in winter. It narrowly escaped her mind. It was awfully cold.

"Hm. So you're not avoiding it then?" Mara replied. "I'm referring to what happened on the plane. When you dropped your jaw." She bit the bottom of her lip as she began to tease.

"STOP!" Mason exclaimed. Her face was a tint of red. She had never felt more embarrassed. "I told you. I was looking outside through the-"

Mason felt her words slip away like a leaf in the gentle breeze. Mara's reflection in the windows had left her feeling warm and fluttery all over again. Part of her wished to trace Mara's lines. She wanted to press her palms against her best friends side. She wanted to kiss her desperately. But then she remembers what she's here for. The sole reason for her travel.

Her fantasies are soon replaced with her inevitable reality. Riley had soon taken over every corner and crevice in her mind. It had been more than twenty minutes since they first touched Australian soil, and yet, it still hadn't hit her fully; she was here. Mason was breathing the same air as her ex lover. Mason, for the first time in two hundred and forty three days, was now under the same moon as her.

And for the first time in those hundreds of days that had flew past her, she feels unclear. She isn't sure what is it, but she felt unhinged.

She racked her brain for several moments. Mason found herself in a foggy haze that left her questioning everything that she thought she knew the answers too. It was uncalled for.

The very person who holds her heart dear is under the same moon. Riley, in a land so near, holds Mason's heart in the palm of her hands. Under the full moon does she sit so unaware of the very fact that her heart, in human form, was under the same sky, coming towards her at full speed. For the first time in two hundred and forty three days, they were closer than ever.