A/N nothing is mine. The song belongs to Brand New, and is called "I will play my game beneath the Spin Light". BtT belongs to Katherine Paterson.
"Leslie…"
The
time has come for colds and overcoats.
We're quiet on the ride;
Jesse wrapped his coat and scarf close to him in a vain attempt to ward off the bitter, frosty air that pinched his skin and made it pink and cold.
We're
all just waiting to get home.
Another week away, my greatest
fear.
Jesse had spent the first part of his summer in Alaska, with his uncle and he did odd jobs for him around the house. It was freezing out there, and it was the middle of summer. He couldn't wait to get back to Lark Creek, and to get back to that warm air, and Leslie.
"Leslie…"
He whispered her name and it somehow brought him closer to home.
I need
the smell of summer;
I need its noises in my ears.
If
looks could really kill,
then my profession would be staring.
Jesse sat
silently on the train back to Lark Creek, when a voice emanated from
the intercom
"May all passengers please descend from t he train please, as we are experiencing technical difficulties. You will, of course be able to get on a train that will take you to Lark Creek station for no extra fee."
Jesse sighed, got off and walked towards a public phone so he could call his family that he would be a bit later than expected.
Please
know we do this cause we care
and not for the thrill.
Collect
calls to home
to tell them that I realize
Jesse saw his family's car from across the road. He smiled and started running across to join them.
He never saw the car.
That
everyone who lives will someday die
and die alone.