A/N: The only visual novel I've ever actually played (as opposed to watched an adaption of), but it's perfect for a med-student and med/angst-lover like myself. This drabble's from the POV of the unnamed protagonist. :D
Appreciation for a Train Station
I get scolded, but that's all. The words slip away like oil and I am the stagnant water, collecting in a puddle, slowly being soaked into the soil. It's not enough to stop me sneaking out again. Not enough to stop me standing there, watching the people pass, the trains pass, wondering why I never feel the need to go beyond – but I already know the answer to that. There is nothing beyond. Nothing but the same. This sickness, this impending death, will follow me, whether I'm at the hospice ward or home or out here –
And, somehow, dying all alone in some random part of the world is more frightening than dying in that plain, badly aired, room. And worse dying at home as well. Once I hadn't been fond of the place at all, but now… It's not like I can't wait to go back. I can. I definitely can. And it's not just because there won't be a fourth time. I haven't yet had my first. And it's not that I miss it like crazy. I'm 20 after all. I've got my licence. A licence I'll probably never use. It's just that I appreciate it a little more now: that place, that atmosphere…
Maybe it's the same reason I sneak out of the hospice ward to see a train station when I've visited them so many times before.
And the reason why I get a scolding for sneaking out and nothing more.