Can't Stop Loving You
AN: I really don't need to start another story right now, but I sorta wrote this on whim and like the idea (I think) This story may seem like it's been done a million times, but I don't think this specific angle has been done. I have a slight sense of the direction this story headed in, but I haven't quite planned it all the way through… so you'll just have to go along with it..
---Prologue---
She stood on the platform absently staring at the blurry motions of the bustling early morning crowds of the train station. She nervously flicked her ticket against her palm, reading the words it held one last time before stepping into the line to get into the line-up of people waiting for trains. She tried to ignore the bubbling motion in her stomach, wishing she didn't feel so nervous about seeing people she had known for a better part of her life. Just thinking about the people and city she was returning to made her more nervous.
New York.
She was going to New York.
She wanted this. She needed it. But then why was she so frightened? The city held memories of a flawed past she had attempted to forget. One person in particular dominated these memories.
It had been four years since she had last been in the city. She had tried to forget her old life and settle into a new life. A life in San Francisco. But San Francisco was not like she had anticipated. It was a great city, but she missed everything she had become so accustomed to in New York. In San Francisco she felt depressed almost constantly; she had no one to confide her overwhelming thoughts to. She had made a few friends; none were close enough that she could trust them completely. She missed the close-knit group of six she had once been a part of. She continuously wondered where they were, what they were doing with their lives and if they were thinking of her.
She desperately wished she hadn't made the choice to leave. She hadn't realized everything she would lose until it was gone. She had lost her family her friends and worst of all she had lost the man whom she had come to realize had been the love of her life. She hated that it had taken her four years to realize what everyone else would probably have recognized in ten minutes.
He was the reason she knew she had to come back. It had been four years since she had last seen him. She knew he would want answers as to why she had left, but what would she say? She hadn't moved because she didn't love him. She did, there was no mistaking that, not now anyway. She had left because she was scared. Scared. Her reasons seemed so trivial, even to herself. If she couldn't even understand, how was he supposed to? She prayed he hadn't changed too much, that his life hadn't changed too much. She wanted him to be the same man she had left behind. The same man she fell in love with. She half expected to knock on the door of the apartment they had once shared and find the apartment exactly as she had left it. She had realized in between sessions of depression and feeling sorry for herself that she loved him and needed to go back, even if it was only to find closure. People deserved a second chance, right? Didn't she? She only hoped it wasn't too late. She desperately wanted to believe he would still love her, but the rational part of her brain argued it had been four years and he could be married or even have children. Her optimism gave her strength and hope for a new future, in which she could be happy.
She was snapped from her swirling thoughts by a train thunderously entering the station accompanied by a loud whistle. A kindly looking man dressed in the ticket collector's uniform smiled at her and offered her a greeting and smile, which she returned half-heartedly. He took her ticket and tore half of it off and handed it back to her, pointing out the coach she should board. She stepped over the small gap between the platform and the carpeted train floor. This was it she was going back. No turning back. As if on cue the last passengers scurried aboard and the doors closed automatically behind them. The locomotive began to move slowly down the tracks, quickly picking up speed, carrying her more and more quickly towards New York.
There was no turning back now.
She sighed using the long train-ride to prepare herself for the possibilities that awaited her in New York.