He stood by the open hangar doors, his hands stained with oil from his vintage P-51 Mustang. In the distance, he saw her—a figure silhouetted against the fading light. She didn't say a word at first; she didn't have to. She knew the weight he carried in his chest, the kind of gravity that no cockpit could ever shield him from.
The desert went dark, but as the stars began to pierce through the blackness, they stood there together—two souls holding onto the only thing that ever really mattered in a world built for speed: the strength to stay. Lady Gaga - Hold My Hand (From Top Gun Maverick)
"To be man is to be fragile," she whispered, her voice steady against the howling wind. "But you don't have to fly this mission alone." He stood by the open hangar doors, his