WitFit Challenge, December 2011
Disclaimer: All fictional characters mentioned are property of their owners
A/N: We're going morose today. New B/E…mostly just as plot vehicles.
Word Prompts: Dreary, leery, theory
Choose one word and write what your imagination dictates. For an added challenge, include all three words in your entry.
Bella sat alone on the train. For once, it was deserted by the normal throngs of people traveling from the suburbs into the city or vise versa. Her head rested on the cool glass as she rocked back and forth to the gentle motions of the train.
The rain spattered on the large window and she could feel the tiny vibrations on her forehead. Her eyes swiveled to find the city that was growing smaller and smaller on the dreary horizon.
Her throat tightened and she swallowed the lump before her eyes began to fill again.
She'd taken this route what felt like hundreds of times, bridging the gap between his house and hers. It was always exciting on the way. She could imagine how tight he'd sweep her into his arms, or how long he'd kiss her for. She'd decide whether or not she was going to grab his face of let him grab hers and how long she'd linger before letting him pull her inside. The thrill of spending the night in his bed would flip her stomach and ignite a fire deep inside of her.
She couldn't avoid the rush of tears that overtook her then, and she pressed the heel of her hand to her eyes.
Don't cry.
She could still see his frame in his doorway, obscured by rain and steam from passing cars. She'd turned over her shoulder to look one more time and now she wished that she hadn't. It was the only image she'd take with her.
Body still, hand clutching the doorknob, eyes dead. His red shirt shone through the gray rain like a drop of blood.
Her friends told her to hope that eventually he'd come around, that maybe some day he'd be happy enough to love her back as much as she loved him.
It was too hard to hope now. It hurt too much.
There was a loud thwap from outside as the train descended into a tunnel and out of the rain. Bella jerked her head back in time to avoid the jolt against her skull.
It was then that she saw she wasn't alone in the car after all.
A man sat on the other side of the car facing her. His eyes caught hers and held it in an unwavering stare. She wasn't sure why she didn't look away, she should have. Her hair was wet from where the tears and rain had soaked it and her eyes were blotchy. Normally she would have hid her face.
Still, there was something about his eyes. They were green and bright and such a contrast to everything else around her. It was a relief to know that not all things were bad.
Eventually he blinked and turned his head to look out the window. The corner of his mouth pulled up into a small smile and Bella bit her lip.
This was about moving forward. Not moving back.
The train pulled out from the tunnel and the rain started pelting the windows again. She didn't press her forehead to the glass.
A/N: Totally just went with this one. Sorry for the delay. Feedback appreciated! xx