Fiction/ Romance
On A Train So Blue
Is an encounter on a train between two broken-hearted lovers a last chance or merely the end of the line?
Marcus
The train lurched and began pulling away from the station. Across the aisle, three rows up, Marcus ached for the love he’d given away. His legs, restless and ready to jump, shivered against the floor, but his hands, with white-knuckled grips, held him firmly in the seat. Please! Turn! You don’t even have to look at me — just let me know you’ve seen me. Nine years together, Tessa, seventeen that I’ve loved you. Doesn’t that even warrant a casual turn? I’ll even take a blind eye if you only looked at me once.
What does this mean? It’s madness! Weakness. That was his ailment. Weakness had allowed Tessa to leave. Weakness had made him choose her as second — weakness was what kept him rooted three rows down, across the bottomless trench from the only woman he’d loved. How could we both be leaving the city on the same day, at the same time and seated within spitting distance on the same train?
It was the gait that alerted him. No one walked like Tessa. No one moved liked Tessa. He’d never even seen a woman breathe like Tessa — inhaling through the nose with her chin rising ever so slightly and her…
