[ WP ] Your beloved girlfriend is flying in to visit you and you plan to propose to her the moment she walks out of the arrivals gate , however after an unusual delay , you hear from a nearby television broadcast in an airport cafe that her plane is missing and never landed .

Jennifer is set to take off in about 10 minutes so I pull out my phone and call her. I can just imagine her sat in the departures lounge waiting for the announcement for her row to take their seats on the plane. It ’ ll be crowded and she will have been alone for some hours now, I have to talk to her. 
 
 “ Hey Jen, I can ’ t wait for you to get back. I ’ ve missed you. ” 
 “ Aww, Jason! I can ’ t wait to be back. It has been tiring but I ’ m glad you got me out here, it was a wonderful idea. You wouldn ’ t believe how much I have missed you. ” 
 
 In the background of the call I hear a call for the passengers to start boarding. 
 “ I have to go, you might have heard that but I need to get on. I ’ ll talk to you later. I ’ ll grab a taxi home and then I can give you your ‘ surprise ’! Love you! Bye! ” 
 “ I love you too! See you soon ” but the call has already ended. She will be at the airport in a couple of hours so I start getting ready to go. It ’ s only a half an hour drive but I am going to get there early just to make sure that I don ’ t miss her coming out from the gate. 
 
 I ’ ve been planning for this day for months now. Weeks of shopping around to get the perfect ring for her, I decided to go for a silver ring with 3 large aquamarine crystals in it. It might sound plain, almost boring but I added one detail that I know she is going to love. On the inside of the ring, written in elvish script are the words “ Jennifer, you don ’ t need a ring of power to rule my world, love Jason ”. She is a huge The Lord of the Rings fan, you see. 
 
 Having bought the ring had I just needed to think of the right time. She is visiting her grandmother in Canada at the moment, possibly for the last time. At the age of 97 Claire had become frail and weak after living a full and exciting life, so it wasn ’ t much of a surprise when she contracted influenza. Her health deteriorated rapidly and I knew that Jen had to go and see her one last time, she would never forgive herself if she didn ’ t go. We scraped together the funds, borrowing from a few friends to accumulate enough to get her there and back. We didn ’ t have to worry about accommodation, the hospital her grandmother is in has some accommodation for visitors that have travelled great distances to see loved ones, potentially for the last time. 
 
 After a couple of hours I go out to my car and set off for the airport, I should get there with about 20 minutes spare before she gets out. I park my car in the visitor parking area and head into the arrivals area. Inside I can see the display showing when all the flights will arrive. Checking down the rows I spot Jennifers flight, CA465. It ’ s been delayed. With a sigh I head over to a café so I can grab a hot drink and sit down for a bit. There isn ’ t much point in standing around when there is at least 20 minutes left to wait. 
 
 Sipping my coffee, I look around at the people with me in the café. There is an elderly couple sat in the corner. They aren ’ t talking but they seem to be content to just sit there with each other. Thinking about the couple brings my thoughts back to Jen. I can imagine the look on her face when I get down on one knee and pull out the ring, It ’ s going to be priceless. The rest of the people in the café aren ’ t as interesting. There is a girl in her 20s working on a laptop and two guys with suitcases that probably just got off of a flight. With nothing better to do I start watching the television that is suspended above the tills. It ’ s on a news channel that is currently discussing a recent story about a fire that broke out yesterday on an industrial estate, no one was injured but a few buildings were severely damaged. 
 
 About 40 minutes have gone by now, I ’ m on my third coffee now and expecting Jen to be coming in at any moment. I get up and pick my coat up off of the back of the chair so I can go and stand in the arrivals area. As I ’ m leaving I hear “ BREAKING NEWS! ” from the television that is now behind me. Out of interest I turn back around and watch the story. The words “ missing flight ” make me uneasy but I ’ m not worried, Jen has probably landed and is picking up her bag now. I feel sorry for the poor souls on the missing plane though. It must be terrible to lose someone like that. The missing flight hasn ’ t been identified yet by the news and after a couple of minutes I ’ m starting to get a bit worried. Jen still hasn ’ t appeared and her flight doesn ’ t seem to have come in yet. A couple of people nearby are looking worried and starting to panic. 
 
 It ’ s while I ’ m briefly looking at the other occupants of the arrivals area that I hear “ NO! OH GOD, PLEASE! NO! ”. I whirl round to look at the television where the flight number has been displayed. CA465. Jennifers flight. Missing. Everything goes quiet while I stare at the screen in shock. I have the ring in its box in my hand as I continue to stare. I ’ m still expecting Jennifer to walk through the gate and call my name; to have somehow arrived while the others did not. I feel hollow. Empty. Cold. A tear streaks down my face as reality sinks in. She ’ s gone. Forever. Everything we had, everything we were going to have, erased. Destroyed. Missing. I don ’ t feel the box fall out of my hand and hit the floor. By this point I don ’ t care about it; about anything. My vision is going and I ’ m unsteady on my feet, but I don ’ t try and grip anything. I let myself fall. My vision quickly fades to black as the ground approaches. 
 
 “ Love you! Bye! ” 
 Her last words to me, a hurried expression of her feelings that I was unable to reciprocate. 
 “ I ’ ve missed you. ” 
 My last words to her. I missed her. Now I always will. 
 
 Probably not that great and I do n't know what kind of word count your looking for: P This is around 1000: ) I hope you like it and that there is enough story for you there: P
