Passengers

I can't remember. They tell me that they're gone. Everything is gone, but why am I still here? My mind remains a blank, but do I want to remember? Do I want to know the truth, and if I know what lies behind the curtain of confusion, lies, and controversy, could I ever come back? Or have I reached my point of no return?

The sands burned with fire. Gray smoke touched the skies. Death hung close to debris, fragments of life, and a thousand tears rushed up against the shore. And footprints wandered through a field of chaos, lost, and struggling to find the way back home, but what if there was no way back? Time lingered against the crossroads, waiting patiently, and footprints faded as they touched the other side.

I was not ready. There was so much left unsaid, undone, and I could not leave with things left broken. That was not who I was, and I wanted to let the past go. I was ready to begin again, but would time wait for me? Or has the world already left me behind, and am I left with only pieces of my life? Would she ever know what she meant to me, and would all her tears wash away the harsh words left between us?

The phone call came late into the night. Tragedy struck, and lost souls wandered in the midst of chaos, seeking refuge from the lives left shattered around them. They tried to understand why they survived, but some feared the truth. If they knew too much, would they be swallowed up by controversy, or would they be set free? And if set free, would they ever return?

There was only a small handful of survivors left from the plane crash. Most were shaken, confused, but one was fearless. Their minds tumbled over broken memories, but the truth slipped through their hands. Was it human error that led them to now, and where do they go from here? Could they ever go back home?

And was Claire Summers ready for what lied ahead of her? She could feel their pain, their confusion, but one stood out from the rest of the survivors. And as pieces of the puzzle slowly came together, she moved closer to him, drawn in by the mysterious calm that held him, but was she being pulled into something more than she dared to understand? And as those she tried to help began to disappear, she was left grasping at the truth, but was she ready to look behind the curtain of controversy? Was she ready to surrender her heart, let the world go, and fade away with him? Would the one left behind know the love that she kept, tucked away until the day they would meet again?

Our stories are etched in time, but are they ever finished? Do we get a chance to pull together all the pieces of our life, erase the mistakes that cut us deep, or does regret keep us because we ran out of time? And we cling to a life unfinished because we don't want to go, we can't go, but what if we reached that finish line? Our stories slip from us and into the hands of those that can't follow, and the essence of who we are stays with them. Would they ever forgive us for what was said and done? Would they remember the good times now gone and write the chapters we left blank after we are gone? The drama of our lives drifts through the ink of our pens, bleeding our hearts and tears, and pages of who we were are forever etched in time. And through brilliantly delivered writing and acting do we touch the strings of humanity in a movie that holds us from start to end, Passengers until we fade to black.