Disclaimer: I obviously don't own a thing.
AN: Very short, I know. I haven't really had any time to write because I'm so busy with school, but I couldn't help but think of this. Figured I might as well post it since I haven't done anything in a long time.
Imagine Yourself
Imagine yourself, just for a moment.
You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far, far away. You know where you want this train to take you, but how can you know it's the right place?
Why does it matter so much to you where the train will take you?
Think, long and hard. Why do you want to go there? Why do you need to get there? What is there?
Where is there?
For Ariadne, he is there. She needs to get there because he's the only one that can possibly help her. The only problem is she doesn't know the where.
Everywhere she goes, he's there. Except not really.
So there she is. In a train station. She's only got one bag with her. She knows she won't be going home, at least not for a while. But somehow she couldn't manage to pack more than what she brought. The small logical portion left in the back of her mind reasons she's rich now, she can always buy what she needs along the way, because it's true. She didn't walk away from the Fischer job with nothing.
Just... next to nothing.
Her pants are muddy around the cuffs. Her shoes are worn.
Ariadne closed her eyes, the train flying past her shook the platform she stood on. Her hair blew in it's wind. When she opened them again, she could see a man on the other side of the platform through the train's passing windows. His eyes seemed to pierce her soul.
By the time the train had passed, he was gone. She shut her eyes again.
Somewhere along the way she had stopped laughing at the irony of the whole thing.
No Mal, she doesn't know what it is to be a lover; half of a whole.