THE ROAR OF THE CROWD
"Tom, wait!"
He turned around and saw her running toward him. Tom clenched his fists. He had told her not to come. Why did she disobey him? She flung herself into his arms. She looked up, her blue eyes glistening. "Why are you leaving?" she asked, sadness evident in her voice.
Tom sighed. It hurt him to see her before he left, but he would never admit that. He looked down at her, and said in a quiet voice, "I cannot tell you." She sniffled once. Tom could almost see the tears glittering on her eyelashes; that was how close he was. He pulled away slowly.
She looked up, tears spilling down her cheeks. Tom hesitated, and reached out a gentle hand to wipe away a tear. She closed her eyes again, and he let his arm hang down at his side once more. He walked away, ignoring her pleas and cries. Tom did not falter. He could feel a single tear drop still remaining on his finger, but he dare not shake it off.
Finally, her calls blended in with the roar of the crowd. He leaned casually against a wall, and felt himself fall backwards. He passively walked to the scarlet, billowing train, and climbed the steps. He sat in the nearest compartment, knowing that his friends would be joining him soon. He felt the train gain momentum and his followers sit down around him. Amongst the roar of his friends and the noise of the train, Tom was silent, unheard. A smile curled over his lips.
He was moving onto bigger and better things.
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