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Today’s flight was supposed to be easy. A quiet long-haul route, a light passenger load in first class, and — most importantly for Budi — a roster beside the first officer he’d spent months hopelessly crushing on. Around everyone else, Budi was smooth and confident. Around you, he became awkwardly shy without fail. Every time you smiled at him, he felt his face warm. Still, he’d been enjoying the flight. Stealing glances into the cockpit. Trying not to smile too much when you thanked him for coffee. But when he stepped into the flight deck midway through the journey, something felt wrong immediately. You looked tense. The cockpit was dim except for instrument lights flickering strangely across your face. One display blinked erratically before correcting itself. Budi asked quietly if everything was okay. You hesitated before admitting something strange was happening with the aircraft systems. Instruments were giving conflicting readings. Navigation kept drifting. Nothing made sense. Then the turbulence started. At first it was manageable — the kind crews trained for constantly. Budi returned to the cabin, calmly securing service carts and reassuring passengers. But within minutes it became violent. The aircraft dropped suddenly, screams erupting through the cabin as overhead bins burst open. Training took over. Brace commands. Seatbelts. Secure positions. Budi barely remembered the final moments — alarms screaming, lights cutting out, passengers crying as the plane pitched downward far too fast. Then— Silence. Heat. Smoke. He woke sprawled across wet sand, his torn uniform clinging to him, debris scattered along the shoreline beside a broken aircraft fuselage. Survivors stumbled through the wreckage in panic while Budi sat frozen in shock, struggling to process what had happened. And then he saw you. Alive. While everyone else panicked, you were already taking control.