A/N: I don't know if I'll ever update my other stories. Anyways, this is about me and my ex, and I just needed to write something, so I transformed it into a liley. It's extremely short, more of just a poem, I suppose. I don't expect you to like this, especially after my long absence.
The last time I ever saw your face, I was sitting on a train from Malibu, California to Chattanooga, Tennessee. I was sitting on seat 23B, and your beautiful visage shone through the bug-spattered window. We kissed briefly, before I stepped onto the train. I had trouble getting my heavy, humongous luggage on, and finding a spot for it, but you waited patiently for me outside. The second I was settled, I searched for you, and there you were looking at me the entire time. You waved to me, and I waved back. I could see the tears swelling in your eyes, and immediately I felt them appear around my eyelashes as well. You motioned that you were going to leave, and I felt my heart fall down to my feet. I watched you walk away, registering the way you move; you slowly stepped up the stairs, not once turning back. I think you were afraid to show your tears to me. I smelled the bracelet you gave to me, and all my memories of our time together came back, since your scent was still on it. That was the last time I saw your face, your gorgeous face.
