Monday, December 25th, 2023, Earth

Jesse POV:

I was getting bored. How long was this flight again? 8 hours? Ugh. Why'd we have to travel to Miami for Christmas anyway? I would've preferred staying at home, with the snow-covered hills that children sled down, having fun while I could sit at home in front of the fire and reading my webcomic.

Actually, I haven't checked Twokinds in a while, maybe it's been updated. I take my phone out and open the Twokinds website and I see an image of the cast, all cozy together for Christmas. One of them, in the front and center, particularly catches my eye, Keith. Oh why does he have to be fictional? His beige hair and yellow eyes call to me, oh how I wish I could be with him.

Suddenly, the plane begins to rumble and shake as oxygen masks fall from the ceiling. In a panic, I shove all my belongings into my backpack and reach out for the masks. "Mum? What's happening?" I yell, trying my best to keep calm but I get no response. I look over to my mum and see that she's in a deep sleep, no signs of her waking up any time soon. "Mum?!" Damn, I knew this flight was boring but surely it wasn't that boring.

The plane shakes more and more vigorously as I see one of the walls get ripped away. It then dawns on me, the plane is going down. I put my backpack on, even though I knew it wouldn't help me survive a plane crash. I start to cry, knowing that my death will occur during my depression stage, how relevant. I close my eyes and brace for impact. I guess this is the end. The wall next to me gets ripped out and I fly out of the plane, falling faster and faster, tumbling towards my death, with my last wish still in my heart. My world fades to black as I slowly die.

A/N

This prologue is not finished so help and advise would be appreciated, this is my first time writing so constructive criticism is accepted (also, this is not the end of the story, trust me, you may want to stick around to see the rest)