Jazz and Liquor sequel <3
Three months after Tilly's disappearance, she's returned with a newfound confidence and a plan that doesn't seem to include Brendon. He tries his best to give her the space she needs but if he doesn't intervene in her bu...
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Time can never break your heart But it'll take the pain away
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The train ride back to the city was rather lengthy, spanning upwards toward 600 miles. The journey began at seven in the evening, the time of the first train out at the moment. Melissa was a heavy sleeper and drifted off as soon as the train made it a good distance from the station. She had every right to be exhausted after the heavy lifting she'd done for the past three months.
While her sister slept, Tilly's eyes glossed over the scenery outside of her window, relieved that she finally escaped her hell. She didn't think being with Henry could get any worse but it did as soon as they were pronounced husband and wife. He turned into a different monster, one that Tilly couldn't be complicit with. That same complicitness made it hard for her to sleep or close her eyes at all, really. Every bad decision replayed in her mind like a mini motion picture.
She divided her attention between the view and her sleeping sister for the duration of the trip. She wished she could be Melissa, sleeping soundly without giving anything a second thought. Tilly related more to the rural scene on the other side of the glass. Empty and dark and alone.
The train arrived in the city at five in the morning after some slight delays. Tilly shook her sister awake and collected their luggage. They only had one bag each because that's all they had time to pack.
"Did you sleep at all?" Melissa asked, combing her hair back into place. "Your hair is perfect."
"I wasn't really tired," Tilly responded, handing Melissa her bag. "I'd rather sleep in my bed." She opened the door to their compartment and let her sister exit before she did.
Tilly's heart jumped when she saw Mary waiting outside through the window. She rushed to the exit never minding her sister struggling to keep up.
Tilly dropped her bag and threw her arms around Mary with tears in her eyes. She was finally home.
"I missed you so much," she cried, squeezing Mary tightly. "I'm so happy to see you."
"Me too," Mary responded. "How are you? Are you alright?"
"I'm better now," she said. "Much better."
"Where's Melissa?"
"Here," Melissa called, making her way off the train. "Thanks for waiting for me, Tilly."
