His Colossal Mistake #justwriteit

Chapter 16 Into the Night

"Happiness is a journey, not a destination."--

"Hurry," I giggle. Stray hairs fly around my face from the windy station.

I take Sevastyan's wrist and lead him through the compartments.

The seats face one another like booths and I huff when Sevastyan sits behind me.

I check down the lane and push off the seat before I flake out.

I then flop in front of Sevastyan, and we stick our bags in the two remaining empty seats.

"Are you excited?" I practically jump from excitement. Not even Sevastyan's tense shoulders ruin my mood.

He was on high alert, and I don't think that would change until we left the station.

"You haven't told me our destination," he grunts.

"What was that?" I grin mischievously; wanting him to speak up.

He knows very well that I heard him, and glares at me. This doesn't faze me.

"We are going on an adventure," I squeal, "out of the city."

The journey is a couple of hours.

"Great," he mumbles and I swear I hear a hint of sarcasm.

My smile vanishes. Do they have trains where he lives?

"Do you," I ask, feeling a little hurt, "not want to go?"

We are going to the capital! I refrain from speaking up.

"No, that's not it," he defends, despite not knowing our destination.

"Is it the train? Are you claustrophobic?" I grow concern. "I will ask for some medicine. They must have something for claustrophobia," I search for an attendant.

"No," he declines.

"Do you not have trains where you live?" I question.

"We do," he states.

I fall back in my cushioned seat. What did I do wrong?

The city is fun, hasn't he ever had fun?

"What about big cities?" I ask, and then add, "they are really fun."

"That isn't it," he says.

"Is it the fun part?" I jerk forward as the train takes off. We were on a one stop train, and I grew excited as it sped up.

Sevastyan did not answer me.

"Is it the 'fun'?" I turn to him skeptically, "are you not used to having fun?"

"No," he slowly blinks. "I don't appreciate going in blind," he reveals.

I slowly comprehend his explanation.

Of course he is nervous, he is in enemy territory.

"Well we are leaving the war zone," I inform him. "It's a city down south, and there isn't much politics there. We will be out of our regime; however, it is still human territory. So don't get any ideas," I wince at my bad joke.

"Why?" he growls and I bite my lower lip.

Why does he always sound so angry?

"I just," I struggle for an answer, "I just want to show you some fun. The good," I stop myself from spitting out more nonsense, "just wait and see. I won't hurt you."

I shift my eyes to the window and lean back.

The amount of hate I feel from him dampens my mood, and I hug my knees to my chest.