There's nothing but blue out the window of the plane for as far as you can see. The plane's quiet, peaceful, all the passengers finally settled in for the flight, but the quiet lets your mind wander and it goes where it inevitably ends up every time your thoughts start down this meandering trail. She's blonde, she's full of smiles, and even though you're both so young, things never felt that right before. And now, with the miles growing between you, you can't help the pain that's filling your chest, the disquiet that makes it hard to sleep at night. People tell you you've done the right thing, and you nod, you smile, you agree with them that it'll be better some day, that this too will pass, but still, you want her.
Leaning forward, you grab your carry-on out from under the seat in front of you, haul it into your lap, and dig out the amber vial of pills you had gotten on the claim that you didn't think you could sleep on the plane. There's no habit in them, but it's some way to chase things away. You'll think about her later, when you've landed in that foreign country. For right now, you just want to sleep.