I legit just found this file on my computer. I vaguely remember writing it; it's marked as from thirteen months ago...why I never posted it then, I'll never know.
Enjoy.
You are descending.
There's not much light - you can barely see his face - but you are acutely aware of what little musty air there is between you. Your fingers twitch nervously, and it's a struggle to still them. The nearness between your bodies is incredible; so close, so powerful in such a small space, so filled with longing and agony and unsaid things...
You imagine him in your mind's eye. The shadows falling on his cheek, the creases around eyes, the dirt on his neck.
"How deep does is this station?"
"Deep."
You keep moving, into darkness, towards the end.