Chapter 10
Louise’s P.O.V
Walking to the nearest train station, I realize that maybe breaking my skateboard wasn’t the best idea. I have plenty more decks at home, but a faster mode of transportation of walking would be useful today, especially with the cold morning air being thrown in my face. Anything was better than being around Harry though. After what he did … or, didn’t do, I don’t want anything to do with him. I’ve felt the stabbing pain of being alone too many times, and I’m tired of letting myself getting dragged through it. Finally arriving at the train station, I pull my phone from my bag. Holding down the lock button, I anxiously wait for it to turn on. Staring down at the black screen, I expect to see the familiar white apple icon appear, but I am instead greeted with the charging icon. Great, my phone is dead. I’m not expecting any calls, living by myself, there isn’t anyone that would be checking up on me. Shoving my phone back into my bag, I sigh, upset that I won’t have my music to listen to for the train ride home. When the train finally arrives, I climb on, and make my way to the back. Sitting down in the farthest seat on the right side, I set my bag next to me and lean my head against the window. I’m nearly the only one on the train, besides an old lady who has multiple bags with her, and even more under her eyes. I try to think of anything but Harry, but my mind keeps dragging me back to him. He never liked you, he only felt bad for you. My subconscious says, scolding me for being so naive. Usually I would push her words to the back of my mind, but this time, she’s right. I couldn’t have been more stupid. Pulling the rope to signal my stop, I sigh, attempting to lift the heaviness from my thoughts from my mind, but it doesn’t work. Why would someone like him like someone like me? Images of his curly dark hair flash through my mind, his emerald eyes shining, and his dimples popping everytime he lets out his marvelous laugh. The noise floods my mind as the train comes to an abrupt stop, startling me out of my thoughts. Almost thrown out of my seat, I stand and steady myself, walking towards the doors. The cold morning air hits me as I exit the train, and I start my walk home. He left. My subconscious thinks again, reassuring me she’s still as annoying as ever. You always mess up. She nags again, throwing me further into the dark hole, pulling me away from Harry.
