It’s the kind of thing you only see in movies starring Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock. Bags on the train, the couple stood in the doorway, kissing as the snow fell.
Four minutes
They hug and her tears start in earnest now.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Kissing again. She loved his mouth. Always had.
Three minutes
“Fuck.”
“I love you so much.”
Her hand strokes his cheek as his arms tighten around her waist. Their noses touch.
Two minutes
Cheeks wet with snow and mingling tears, she smiles. She wants him to remember her smiling, not sad.
One minute
The train attendant steps forward, pushing the button that will close the doors. They kiss again, stealing every moment from those last desperate seconds.
“Bye babe. Love you.”
10:59
The train leaves from Platform 3 and last “I love you”s are mouthed through the glass as they slide from view.
She collapses against the wall, sobbing, all the smiles gone now. The sympathetic train employee hands her tissue from the bathroom.
“Thank you.”
Do you know what they never show in movies though? They never show that she spent the next 20 minutes in the train bathroom crying. They never show that she can’t drink a Coke Zero without being sad. They never show that she would have given anything to have gotten off at the next station and just turned around. They never show that she then had to drag three bags through multiple train stations and airports. They never show the shitty 47 hour trip home. They never show that she spent those 47 hours either crying or fighting back tears. And most of all, they never show that life doesn’t necessarily have a fairy tale ending.
Omfg.
This is such a beautiful writing.
no words can describe what is happening to me and in my mind right now, but a silent “fuck”!