MIKO
I don't let go of his hand.
Not even as we hand out the tickets, nor as we sit in our seats.
He doesn't let go of mine either.
Once the privacy screen is up, I turn to Jude, who is seated next to me, still gripping my hand in his. I gently remove the cap, his lush hair falling over his forehead and eyes. I gently push it back to look at his face, seeing that the stitches and the bandage are still holding.
"I look ugly now."
"Never."
I didn't bring anything, just my small backpack, as I didn't know if he would let me come with him. I had told Woo beforehand that I wanted to go with him, and he did get two tickets, however, I didn't know if I would ever board the plane.
I start rummaging through it, reaching for the tube I was given last night.
"I'm going to apply this ointment," I say as I fully remove his mask and gently push the hair back. He lets me, as he leans back, eyes on me. "It will help to heal faster."
