I had my orders and I had to follow them through. Personal feelings did not matter. Getting the job done and leaving on time – that was all that mattered.
I sat in between the newly married couple. She tsked and he scowled. They wanted to snuggle and hug and kiss and heaven only knows what else and I was in their way. But I had a job to do. So, I did it.
I left them and sat next to a greasy haired teenager with a broken iPhone. He held out his phone to me and asked if I knew how to fix it. I never did answer his question.
Then, I sat next to a woman. She sat alone with a baby cradled in her arms. She looked at that baby as if it were her only treasure and her greatest joy. I knew her. I knew her history. I knew why she was all alone.
I knew which one I had to take.
I whispered an apology to the young mother as the baby closed its eyes.
She looked up at me. “Take me with you.”
I shook my head and tried to leave.
She grabbed my cloak. And fell.
I held her pearlized soul in my hands. She was not on my list. I was supposed to leave her alone.
I lowered her soul to her body, but she clung tight to my hands.
I held her to my mouth and whispered, “This is not meant to be. Not now. Not yet. You have much yet to do. When the time is right, I will come for you.”
She held on for a few more minutes before falling like a tear back into her body.
I wanted to stay and speak comfort to her, but I had to complete my mission before the plane landed.
So, I did the kindest thing I could do. I touched the baby’s face and left peace’s gentle glow behind. It would only be a thin comfort to this woman.
Yet, it would be a comfort all the same.