lynnfortheroad
His teeth are all messed up, a vibrant reminder of the fight that happened just a few hours ago.
As she grabbed more tissues to rub her eyes with, he reaches forward towards her from his bed, clumsily knocking i.v. tubing besides him.
"Hey. It's okay. I'm okay." He smiles at her again, and her heart is trampled inside her chest, but she can't help but smile back underneath another tissue.
The train was rushing past her, and it threatened to blow the hat off her head. Raising one hand to grip it, she anxiously tried to smother down her dress as well.
Doing a half-turn, she slowly started walking opposite of the train, watching from the corner of her eye as it passed her, peoples faces becoming blurs as it sped up.