We walk down the dock, our arms linked with one another, and there is sentimental peace that hangs in the air. It’s filled with worry, sadness and fear but also...tranquility.

Jennie’s hair looks brown in the light and I giggle quietly. She’s always wanted to dye her pitch black hair a different colour, but the sun has already done it for her! She catches my failed attempt at stifling my laugh and gives me a goofy raised eyebrow.

“What, what’s wrong! Is there something on my head?” She questions. The pier seems to be coming to an end as we come to a halt on the weakly built structure.

“Yes! There’s a ginormous spider it’s crawling up your head and it’s about to crawl through your ear!” I exclaim and she gives me a pointed look. We both laugh at my insanely weird joke.

“Well, I guess this is my stop then,” Jennie murmurs and I mumble acknowledgement quietly. I didn’t really want it to be her stop though. Jennie, my very best friend since childhood, was a sailor. She controlled giant ships, delivered cargo, anything to do with ships, she knew and most likely was a part of. She was the goddess of the sea.

I on the other hand was, I suppose, the goddess of the sky. The planes I flew soared high, weaving in through the clouds and diving down to reach land. I was a pilot. We were both doing what we loved, but we were doing it on our own.

A memory flashes passed my eyes of a younger version of Jennie and myself. We sit on the colourful carpet in my room and draw pictures, crayon covering the walls and bedsheets that were once a pristine white. The drawings are of Jennie and I standing in a bakery, linking arms and clutching wonky cakes in our free hands.

Our childhood dream was to own a bakery. But things changed and our dreams changed over time.

Jennie fell in love with the ocean and I fell in love with the sky. The feeling of being up so high, so unstoppable, it’s the feeling that I’ve been looking for my entire life, and I’ve finally found it. Being on the ocean and feeling the waves pushing her up and down, that’s the feeling Jennie’s always wanted, I suppose.

But, it doesn’t matter that our careers have taken very different paths, because in the end we will always be there for each other, no matter where we are. I’ll look below for Jennie’s black-brown hair and she’ll look up for my beaming smile.

A loud beep sounds, signalling that the ship is getting ready to leave and my phone alarm beeps, telling me that I have to start heading to the airport. I turn around to face Jennie for the last time for a long while.

“Be careful out there,” I whisper and she pulls me into a tight embrace.

“You too Rose, you too.”