It is Thursday again.
A week since the end. A week since I awoke.
The past flickers before my eyes and I shut them off quickly, pressing my forehead against the freezing glass window. Scenery rushes by, and I frown ever so slightly. Are they wondering yet?
Who cares?
I left a note, but they probably remember… well, they won't understand. I see them clearly in my mind, running around in fright. But now she's back, falling to the ground. Dead.
Maybe being alone isn't a solution.
Everyone is just so concerned and pushing into my head with dagger claws. I just want to be alone, alone with myself, alone with her, alone with this train. It's a moment of peace. Pace is slowing, a stop. That was quick.
Everyone leaves the train except me. I am alone, truly. Breath fogs the glass window, clouds of memories. Like ghosts.
But she wouldn't be there. I'm going back to the day after. It's a story to tell.
"Ethan?" comes a faint call. A dream, a memory, I'm so lost. I'm alone in this compartment.
"Ethan?" This life is going nowhere. Broken fragments. Breaking glass. It would be so easy to end it.
The compartment door slides open. "There you are," she says. A smile tugs at my lips.
A dream.
A/N the meaning of this is left up to your imagination, however, if you want to know what was going in my head when I wrote it, ask in your review.