Since the news was out, Jackie had spent hours wondering what she'd like to do with the rest of her life, trying to decide between the selfish thing and the selfless one. Her head resting on the window of the plane, she still wonders if she made the right choice. She had left everyone behind her, friends and family, with a hug and a kiss good bye before going to the airport. It was not easy, catching a plane at this time, everyone wanted to leave to see their favorite place one last time, to discover this country they've always wanted to go to, or just to go spend their last days on earth with relatives living far away. There was plenty of reasons for people to leave and it was the chaos. Why would pilots keep working? Why would anyone keep working really? Somehow, she managed to get on a plane heading where she wanted to go. Something with a pilot wanting to meet up with the love of his life living in this city one last time. Jackie knew it was a one way flight and she would never make it back to Hava. She also knew that this plane leaving was destiny, it's funny how everything become a sign when the ending is so close.
Paris. That was her destination. She had wanted to go there ever since she was old enough to know that it was a city that existed. When she walked for the first time on the french teritory, she knew she had made the right choice. Every doubts she had, washed away by the cold wind. She shivered a bit and smiled. A genuine smile, not the forced smile she got used to give people. For the first time in her life, she felt free of any kind of pressure. It was the end of the world and she was finally happy. Was it because she knew it was over anyway, or was it Paris? She couldn't tell. With only a few days to live, she knew she had to make the most of it even if it wasn't going to be easy. Everything becomes kind of crazy when you know the end is near. She didn't mind though. She would spend her last moments on earth walking down the streets of the lovely city. The Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, all those bridges sitting across the Seine, all those avenues at night with all their lights on. It felt like paradise. When she wasn't wandering in the city, she was sitting on a bench, writting her last words on her moleskine, writting the book she never wrote before without any pressure on her shoulder. No one will ever read it now, but does it matter?
When the time came, she lied down on the grass in the Jardin des Tuileries. A lot of people were there as well, talking, dancing, drinking, it was nice. She didn't know what the end was gonna be like, but she waited there for her death, happily.
