lightning
Souji looked at the faces of his friends, waving jovially from the stop as his train pulled out of the station. He felt, for a moment, like he was leaving behind more than just friends - a part of himself would stay in Inaba, attached to what he'd done and the feelings he'd left behind, forever.
Heather stared down at the valley where the train would normally pass through. She had no other choice, no where else to go - she had to jump down and see where the tracks would take her... and although it didn't seem like any trains were coming, she couldn't help the sinking feeling in her stomach, or the echo of the whistle in her mind as she jumped.
Apollo watched as Klavier pulled the jacket on, testing it out - the smell of the new leather filled the air, and Apollo smiled, just a little. The leather suited Klavier - millions of fans couldn't be wrong about that. It wouldn't suit Apollo, of course - not one bit - but that was what made Klavier so enigmatic; so exciting.
He was so wrapped up in himself. Everything was always about him. Sometimes, she would look at him from across the room and he'd have a smile on - amused, of course, about some grand joke he'd just thought of, something that was bound to make other women giggle girlishly in their cocktail dresses, martinis in hand as he, the famous writer, dazzled them all. She hated it. She hated this whole damn thing.