"I believe that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to"- Donnie Darko
Annaline knew better than anyone that life was significantly insignificant. That in the end, when the last of all one had held to crumbled away, there was nothing left to reach for. Standing with her face nearly pressed against the glass window, overlooking the city that was supposed to be beautiful, she felt it slipping away.
Pushing aside a strand of her white-blonde hair, she took one long look at it. Buildings ran into each other, tearing at the sky viciously. New York was called the city that never sleeped, but Annaline thought that perhaps it should have been dubbed the city that had never awoken. Day after endless day, she dealt with the demands of mere existance. Being a bigshot was nothing like they made it out to be.
If there was one thing was true, it was this: whatever came next had to be better than the agonizing hell she faced every day. And maybe her life would be little more than one regret. And somehow she would have to deal with that.
Turning away from the window, Annaline forced her lips to curve up into a smile, hating how false it felt. She threw one last glance over her shoulder.
It was just in time to see the airplane before her world collided and darkness engulfed.