THE TRAIN WINDOW felt cold. Harsh, stinging cold.
It nipped her pale, tender cheek bitterly. Yet, she did not move away. Instead she let the sensation consume her, overwhelm her. Sighing, she pierced her weary gaze far down into the depths of the outside sights.
Trees, trees, trees. . .
Eyes squinted, she watched them blur into one saturated hue of chaos. An interesting, mysterious hue. Pine green — it would be. It had to be. She would bet on it.
Oh, how she craved to step out into that chaotic hue, and get lost within. To disappear into it— the way one color blends into another, to form one single tint, on a glorious veneer of a palette.
To run away.
Far, far away from here.
She groped for the button of her music player, turning the volume up. Higher. Higher. Ah, now. Just right. Just enough to drown out the world around her.
The world she didn't want. The world she was tired of.
It was too dismal for her bearing; too real for her liking. All she wanted was to escape from its grip. Precisely what she was on this train seat for.
The rhythmic patter of the train wheels slowed down, reaching its upcoming halt.
The doors slid open, letting him in.
But her eyes were shut, her mind far-off — her state too distracted and careless to have noticed.
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General Fiction❝What if there's no story behind me?❞ ❝Ahh, but there's a story behind everything, Skylar Neve. Most of them are just untold.❞ © 2022 by mia.
