We walk side by side, neither of us talking. We have no need for words, because we already have everything planned out. Already, we have worked out the details down to the nitty-gritty.
I glance over at you, with your head down, staring at the ground as we walk. Your eyebrows are crinkled in concentration, maybe even contemplation. Perhaps you are questioning the choice we've made? I don't know. But then again, even if you are, I don't care. Even if you back out on me, I'm going through with our plan. My plan. Our plan..?
I look ahead of me again, as we continue to walk on. I think back to all the details we discussed. My mind plays over all the ways people are going to talk about us after this– the gossip of our classmates, especially our closest friends. The newspaper articles, perhaps even online articles. Most likely the actual TV news crews will come and cover our story.
I almost grin, thinking of the stupid five seconds of fame that we will get. The worthless lot of an audience, people who everyone knows doesn't actually care. This will just be another form of entertainment for them.
Before I even realize it, we have stopped walking. We're at our destination, and I turn to you and see that you're already looking at me. How long have you been looking at me?
I glance around us, in all directions, and breathe a small sigh. Not of annoyance, or of aggitation; not of fear; not of sadness; just a simple, meaningless sigh.
Maybe it does mean something, though. Perhaps it was actually filled with tiredness... That sounds fitting.
We had both taken some sleeping medicine before we met up, in hopes of being able to sleep peacefully for once. Usually I can sleep alright, although I often wake every few hours. I guess you sleep the same way I do, though. I don't know which of us is worse. But at this point, neither of us sleep at all. Not that it truly matters anymore.
We turn to our right and begin walking again, more slowly this time, at a very leisurely pace. We aren't really going anywhere, anymore. We're just waiting for the medicine to hit us, to make us exhausted enough to sleep. Because in all honesty, we're always exhausted. We've been exhausted, non-stop, for years now. We've just always ignored it, and pretended that we were fine.
After a few minutes of meandering I hear you yawn, and I follow it with my own. Our yawns of agreement make me decide to stop walking. This place is as good as any.
You immediately notice that I've stopped walking, and you turn to face me. We stare into each others eyes, each of us seeing an invisible battle being fought. A battle being lost.
Or maybe it's already been lost...
I lie down, and you follow suit. We get as comfortable as we can, and we pull out our music devices from our pockets. I turn mine on, put in my earbuds, and choose a playlist of soothing music that fits my emotion of exhausted torrent about to end.
I don't know what you choose to listen to but I know that whatever your choice is, it's something that you have deemed just as fitting as I have deemed my music choice to be. That's good enough for me, even if I don't know what it is or exactly why you've chosen it.
We lie side by side, our music filling our ears, and we start to drift off to sleep.
You grab my hand suddenly, and I squeeze your hand as tightly as I can. There is no longer any doubt in our minds, if there ever was any to begin with. We're both in agreement, and we are where we want to be. We're doing what we've always wanted to do.
We fall asleep like that, our fingers intertwined, our breathing steady, our hearts beating rhythmically, calmly... For once, we sleep soundly. We do not dream. We do not suddenly wake.
If the train whistled, we did not hear it.
