𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 ≪𝘉𝘛𝘚

:P̶R̶O̶M̶I̶S̶E̶:

9/05/16
"Do I miss them?" I asked, quite rudely, looking back at her.
She seemed taken back.
"It's just," I started, staring at the dark paved road.
"It's just what?" She asked softly, watching me walk.
"It's just. . . I mean yeah. Of course I miss them. But I didn't want to think of it." I chuckled, she did also.
"Too late now, huh?"
"Guess so."
In the time of us talking, we made it to the train station.
It began to rain again.
We walked on the sidewalk, rain pattering as loud as thunder.
We made our way to the ticket booth, getting our night passes to get onto the train.
As we walked up, we met a very tired looking man. He had slight stubble around his chin, looking about in his twenties.
Brown messy hair hung just above his tired, bored-to-death eyes, and looked down at our wet forms.
He rubbed his eyes and sighed heavily.
"Hi. Welcome to the Charleston Train Station. What can I help you with toda- tonight?" His words seemed overly scripted, along with the 'amusement' in his tired, scratchy, deep voice.
"Two tickets, please." I responded quietly.
"What will your destination be tod- tonight?" Again, very scripted.
"Surprise me."
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We ended getting the tickets- still not knowing where they headed.
He never told us, surprisingly.
We walked over to a cold and soaking metal bench. Mind you, it was horribly painted.
Brown and black paint chipped off easily as we sat down and waited for the train.
"Okay. Here. Promise me that we will get our whole bucket list done before we even step foot inside our houses. Promise?" I asked turning to her, rain falling down both of our faces.
She grabbed my pinky finger and nodded to me.

"Promise."