Evanescence | n.h.

1.4

Their fingers were intertwined. The station came into view. The moment Niall had been dreading was here; and there was no stopping it. After all the anticipation and waiting and planning ways to assuage the impact of this moment, it hit them. The boundaries and plans they'd establish came crashing down. It may have seemed calm on the train, but inside Niall and Rose's heads, hell had broken loose.

Rose could hear her heartbeat, pumping blood into her busy mind. Her legs were shaking, her lips quivered, and her eyes were wide. Had she been acting this way at any other time, Niall would have kissed her forehead and calmed her down by assuring her that everything would be alright. Only now, he was more nervous than she and didn't know if everything would be alright.

"Niall," Rose said, more confidently than anticipated.

"Yeah?"

Her eyes were wide, her lip caught between her teeth. Rose felt horrible knowing that Niall and her would be parting in only a few moments. It was like a vital organ had just been ripped from its resting place in her body. She remembered life before him, and it was complete and utter hell compared to the laughter and joy he'd brought to her. Now, that joy was being ripped away and all she felt was unimaginable, devastating grief. The only reason she wasn't crying was her hope, her thin sliver of hope, that lit up her heart. Her heart was like a room that had been illuminated by Niall's beautiful personality, but now had a closed door. The only thing left was the sliver of light peeking from underneath the door: her thin sliver of hope.

"See you tomorrow?" She asked, hiccuping her tears away.

Niall smiled a broken but reassuring smile.

"We'll always have the train."

"Don't be so dramatic!"

They laughed for a few moments before returning to their quiet, sullen state.

"You know what?"

"What?" Rose asked.

"I never thought a train ride would be this important."

"Me either."

They smiled at each other before the stewardess asked them to gather their belongings. The train arrived at the station.

0 hours. 0 minutes. 0 seconds.

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Rose's POV

Unfortunately, the world was not perfect, and our haven was destroyed by the screeching of the brakes on the massive train. The laughs and kisses and hugs ended there.

We both got off the train at the platform. We headed opposite directions. He was swarmed by fans as I was engulfed with what I thought to be new opportunity.

I didn't call him. I never saw him again.

I can replay his blue eyes in my mind but I can't replay his smile or accent. I can't remember the words he said or how I felt.

But I wish things played out differently. I wish I was more confident. I wish I had kissed him goodbye or stayed the night at his hotel. Maybe if I were fearless I would've felt love, maybe I would be in love. But now I'm just numb.

And I finally realise how fragile love is; it can evanesce as easily as smoke when there is nothing left to fuel it.

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