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Bonnie silently ascended the stairs of the airliner that she was on, heading towards the staff cabin where the rest of the crew lived.
The months had gone by since her arrival in the little German terraced house. The red-haired girl had the time to resign herself to the fact that she had failed to keep her feverish thoughts of the handsome traveler away.
She had gone to bed early every night after she arrived, trying to avoid the troublesome man, but now she had come to occupy her room, she had to face him sooner.
Bonnie had given up for the moment to visit the bathroom, but that had not stopped her thoughts of the mysterious man that same evening. The bathroom was located next to the staff cabin where the man lived, but her recent stay in Germany had made it seem a long way off.
The woman approached the man, looking out the window, his long black hair falling to his shoulders. He was looking out at the rain that fell from the sky to the ground. He was almost the perfect man, the only imperfection of which was his smell, he had no smell. It was an unmistakable smell which revealed that he was not human.
He was the traveler that had come to Berlin, looking for some answers to his past, that had brought Bonnie out of her usual job routine. Bonnie had been working on the same airplane for some time, flying passengers around the world.
She had been working in exotic locations since she had been a child. It was a coveted job for a child, but any adult would think it a boring, tiresome job. As a young girl, she visited many countries that she would never visit in adulthood.
Bonnie had been born into servitude, a job she had willingly accepted when she was a young child. It was a pleasure for her in childhood to go to these different places in the world, but when she reached adulthood, she wished to be in one place, in a home, in a loving relationship.
Bonnie did not achieve this goal. She still tasted the exoticness in the job, in the world, in the countries. She still felt exhilarated to put her head out of the stars and travel the world.
Bonnie had never married, though she had 'dated' several men, but to no avail. Not that she was not attractive. She was sure she would easily catch the eye of the next handsome traveler if she traveled far enough away from home. She was very appealing, so why hadn't she caught the eyes of men in the past? She was always alone.
It didn't come as much of a surprise when she met the man in the airport. He had come from a place called Australia, London, Africa; the travel was on his ticket. It was a surprise to her when he showed her his ticket. How did he manage to hide such a document from the airlines, the government, the world wasn't sure, but Bonnie had known then that she was going to meet him.
The man had no passport; no driver's license; no tickets; not even a paper of identity to show anyone. He was a mystery and neither he nor Bonnie knew why. He was the only passenger on the plane, so if they got extra attention, either good or bad, it would be appreciated.
The man had shown up in her life when she had seen him in the airport. He was licking the raisin that he had taken from her in his hand, not bothering to hide it. Bonnie looked away, trying to entice the extra attention of the security forces.
When he didn't get caught, he had put the raisin into his mouth and eaten from the same hand that had been holding the raisin. He had revealed that something was wrong with him.
Bonnie was sure that once the man found the answers to the questions he had, he would return to Australia, London, Africa. He would not stay with her forever. But she would not be surprised when he left her to return to the countries that he had come from.
The man didn't say anything, but she knew that he was hiding something from her. Bonnie felt much in common with the man when they were in the bathroom together. They were much alike, both canny when they can, when they must.
She felt too much alike to be attracted to him. But she was. Bonnie did not place the same value on the man as she did on herself. She did not see him as unacknowledged or unrecognized, whatever that meant. She did not see him as a man who needed to disappear from the world. She saw him as a man who needed to live, who was alive now.
The man had not taken any disciplinary actions against the airline for his unauthorised presence on the airplane. He had not done anything indeed, he had run away. Bonnie had not seen him again at the airport, so she understood what it meant.
She had heard no more news of her. Life moved on. The man was not with her. The man was not around.
Bonnie was not with him. She had not seen him with his gleaming eyes, his bright smile. All she had seen was the man disappearing out of the airport, disappearing with his gleaming eyes, his bright smile. Then she did not see him again. He was a stranger. He did not need her.
Bonnie hid her true feelings from herself. But you cannot keep something from yourself for life. It must always come to the surface. She would always feel a tug of her heart whenever she saw a vessel of the man's passport, a glimpse of the man escaping from the passports of the airline security.
Bonnie did not know how she would allow herself to get near the man again. When she came home from work, she would hide away in a room, a single room.