Summary:

“How are you not fucking terrified?” His whisper almost sounds angry. “You almost died in a plane crash, and you aren’t freaked out at all. It’s the fucking—the anniversary of it, and you want to get on a plane?” Ilya’s blocked most of that day out, shoved that moment of terror and grief into a little box in a dark corner. He didn’t know it was today. And now he does, and the box unlocks.