I have a good excuse this time. Haven't updated because I was busy making a Chelsie video last night.
If you haven't seen it yet, and would like to, you can find it on my blog (prior-incantatem on Tumblr) or on YT, searching "Carson/Hughes - Remember Me"
Twenty One.
The train has finally reached the platform, steaming profusely.
Doors open, a few passengers get off the train, attendants pick up valises, people bid farewell to their loved ones.
She looks up at him expectantly. He avoids her gaze.
Elsie is growing more and more puzzled. She wonders what on earth is happening inside his head. She hates it when she can't read him.
She reaches out for Charles, startling him when she touches his forearm.
He finally looks at her, his eyes wide and agitated. Her hand feels warm on his skin.
Realization has hit him hard: he's going to leave her, here and now.
He wishes to kiss her. He needs to kiss her soft cheek, her furrowed brow, her little nose, her supple lips. He needs a kiss from her, to take with him, to help him get through the months to come.
She opens her mouth to urge him on, but the shrill sound of the whistle steals her voice.
They look at each other. She smiles miserably. His heart sinks.
Charles resignedly opens the compartment door, steals a glance back at her.
He wishes he was brave enough to take her in his arms and kiss her deeply in front of other people, caution and propriety be damned.
He regrets not kissing her during their time alone. He sighs: he is not strong enough, he has never been.
It's time for him to go. He closes the door, sticks out from the window.
He won't kiss her, not this time.
The train starts moving slowly, their smiles grow wider, sadder.
He waves weakly at her. She responds bringing her hand to her mouth and blowing something in his direction. The wind brings it to his cheek, lips. It's warm.
A kiss. To bring with him.
I know. I'm sorry, I can't help it.
I hope you don't hate me. At least not that much you don't leave a review?