"Oh,hellno. I heard it's much harder to fly a helicopter. And people die in those things all the time, even though they're supposedly good flyers. We've lost like celebrities and stuff. No, they had all the money in the world and they decided to fly and tragedy befell them. I just think that if they're not safe, I'm definitely not going to be safe."
"Jesus Gab. What about zero gravity?" I suggest.
"How the hell would I achieve that? We can't go into outer space."
"No, but there is something that can replicate it," I assure her.
"What is it? And how expensive is that?" she asks.
"Let me see," I reply.
I snap my fingers decisively after browsing for the info on my phone.
"Okay, it's the Freefall Zero-G Experience. It's a parabolic flight aircraft. People call it the Vomit Comet, apparently."
She chuckles heartily. "Why would they call it that?"
"Why do you think? But you like roller coasters, so you'd like this," I tease.
"Well, what does it do? Does it make you feel like you're in outer space?"
"Yeah. Apparently, they fly in like these arcs, and when you're about to drop, or you start losing altitude, not really sure how itfunctions exactly, but they maintain that altitude in a controlled manner during descent to simulate zero Gs."
Her eyes widen with curiosity. "Is it safe?"
"Haven't heard anybody dying from it yet. It's not exactly flying, but you'd feel like you're in outer space while you're technically flying as well. Then there's also plane jumping. You know, you can jump out of an aircraft," I add.
She begins shaking her head vigorously.
"No, I'm good.”
"Yeah, I figured," I murmur.
"We could do that. The zero G," I offer.
"Yeah, I have to save up for a house. I'll have to get the house first and then do that."
"Yeah, it costs quite a bit, but I'm pretty sure we could work something out," I reply.
"Not right now. Besides, both of us are busy," she notes.
"You know, you don't have to do this job, right?"
"You know, I don't have a husband, right? That I could just stay at home and be a housewife for, right? Not anymore anyway."
My heart falls. Then she smiles at me reassuringly.
"I'm joking with you, Lincoln. I'm not mad at you anymore. I mean, yeah, part of me still is, but you have to be able to joke about it. It's one of the ways I cope."
Her being raw about that makes me feel privileged that she even wanted to share.
"I am really sorry about that," I confess.
"You don't have to apologize. We're no longer together, but we can still be friendly towards each other," she reassures.
I smile.
"Alright, well, break is almost up. Will you tell me when you're going to leave?"
