At the train station, they retrieved their bags. So strange to think not 20 hours before they were placing them here, strangers, only a hint of recognition at something essential in the other. And now, they were lovers, saying goodbye, some vague warning plaguing their decision to return to well-constructed lives.
As they reached the platform for Delphine's train, onward to Paris, Cosima dropped her bags, looking at Delphine helplessly, placing each of her hands on the other woman's arms, stroking lightly.
"I … I don't want you to get on this train. I don't want to say goodbye." She stopped, moving one hand up to stroke her curls, tuck them behind her ear.
Delphine didn't speak. She placed both her palms on either side of the shorter woman's face, pulling her up and into her, drawing their mouths together for a sloppy kiss, immediately deep and needy. They grasped at each other, clueless to the cacophony surrounding them, both women grappling with the thoughts of this being their last encounter.
Delphine averted her red-rimmed hazel eyes as she pulled away.
"This is crazy. This is crazy." Cosima grabbed her bag, digging into it as she kneeled down, "I know we said long distance would never work, but, but," she looked up as she fumbled for a pen and paper, "we need to make a plan. Right now, something…"
"Non. No, we said if we wrote, if we talked on the phone, even Skype, that it would fade, this connection would be … killed … by the distance. Maybe you were right. Just. Come with me NOW! You can go to school next week." The bell dinged, indicating one minute to departure.
"Oh god, listen, let's … let's meet here, in Barcelona, in …" she raised her hands in question, letting the blonde fill in the rest.
"In one year?" Delphine raised her eyebrows as she spoke.
"One year, from this date, no, no from Last Night." She closed her fist, and bounced it once, twice. "Wait, one year!? One year is too long. 3 months? That's, like, winter break. 3 months."
"Non. 6 months, from last night, That is 2nd of March."
"OK, this platform, March 2nd. Um, 6pm?"
"Oui!" She leaned in, kissed Cosima again, hurriedly, running her knuckles lightly against Cosima's cheek. "I will see you 2nd of March, 6pm, this platform."
She hopped on the train as the last warning bell dinged and the train began to move. She leaned out slightly and yelled, "Do not be late, ma cherie!"
She walked through the aisles and found a seat by the window half a car in. As the train slowly departed, she found Cosima through the window, pressed her hand to the glass, and then, pulling back, blew Cosima a kiss.
The brunette grinned broadly, goofily, tongue fully pushed between her teeth, then blew a kiss, waving her hand in an exaggerated arc.