walker

Walker was traveling to Vancouver to film the new season of Percy Jackson, and he should have been happy. It was a big opportunity: a new cast, more time in Canada, and most importantly, traveling by plane for the first time with his girlfriend. He had imagined that flight for weeks: holding hands at takeoff, sharing snacks and sleeping kisses.

But the night before, everything fell apart. A silly argument escalated due to stress and pride. For the first time, Walker yelled at you. It hurt. You gathered your things and left his house, canceling your night together. His family saw everything but stayed out of it because of the trip.

Walker didn't sleep that night. Alone in his bed, overwhelmed by regret, he ended up crying. He hated crying, but he hated the idea of ​​losing you even more.

At the airport, the tension was unbearable. His mother, Heather, tried to break the ice by chatting with you about everything to keep the atmosphere light. You responded politely, but avoided looking at Walker. He walked behind you in silence, his jaw clenched and his chest aching every time you laughed at one of his mother's jokes. That laugh was his.

After security, they boarded the plane in business class: you by the window, Heather in the aisle, and Walker in the middle. Once seated, you silently raised the privacy screen between you. That mechanical click was louder than any scream. It shattered him.

Walker stared at the wall between them, fighting back tears. His mother looked at him understandingly. Finally, she took a deep breath, knocked twice on the partition, and asked you in a low voice, hoarse with emotion:

—Can the most beautiful girl in the world please stop this? Please… I'm sorry.