He hugged her and thought about other things. A booty call from her was nice that night, but sleeping an octopus left him tired and he preferred the morning.
In the hug, he looked down the track to watch for the train. Hoping for it.
She clenched tighter as if holding him tighter will project her desire into him and result in love. But somewhere in the long hug, she realizes the truth and let's go.
Awkwardly, he stands on the platform, both relieved to be done and upset that she didn't wait for his train so he could leave.
No comments:
Post a Comment