Itch

The Arival

The intercom of the train makes a static noise and a man's voice comes on. Loudly and almost exhausted sounding he states "Last stop of the day coming up in about five minutes!" with another obnoxiously loud static sound the intercom buzzes off.

About three minutes later the train comes to a startling halt and then I realize we must have been running faster than usual, weird. Ending my thoughts I quickly disregard it and start to collect my things into my bag, which isn't much. Just my wallet, an almost empty pack of gum, and some paper work from college. Putting on my jacket and slinging my bag over my shoulder I make my way past the still slightly intoxicated man; seeming too groggy to walk right, it makes me want to push him. Stepping off the train I go for the nearest exit and begin my five minute walk home. On the walk my mind starts to spin and all I can think of is how much I want to see her; And how, that when I get home, she will be there, waiting for me.

Arriving home I notice the lack of light in the house and the still silence surrounding the kitchen; She already went to sleep, how disappointing. Turning on the dim kitchen lights I make my way to the fridge remembering how hungry I was, I fix myself a medium rare steak and sit at the old table alone in silence. Down the hall my girlfriend is sleeping soundly without a worry; She is far too innocent for this world; she is pure and kind, I won't allow her to be tainted. Thinking about her smile and how she looks so sweet in anything that she wears; I realize how much people try to sweet talk her and make her swoon. I think about how often she wouldn't directly reject them, men and women. She never rejected them; all she did was laugh in return. In that moment I realized, She doesn't really love me.