“Maybe there’s been an accident,” She chirps.
You glance at her, then at the tracks, and at the point where they disappear into the horizon. There are a couple more people on the platform now, and it’s starting to get a little bit crowded.
She looks around. The other platform is getting crowded too. “What if someone died again? Remember that time someone jumped in front of a train? They had to close off the stations for hours.”
You grow a little uncomfortable, as the people close by glance at her. You want to reprimand her for being so nonchalant, but you know she won’t listen. “If that were the case, they wouldn’t have people waiting on the platforms now, would they?” You say.
She purses her lips, and stands on her heels. She’s bored. You can tell. Everybody can tell.
Two minutes of silence go by, as more people filter onto the platform. She takes a deep breath, and you brace yourself.
“Do you wanna take a bus?” She asks you.
You pause, evaluating your options. Never mind that you were standing on a crowded platform with hundreds of people, that you got no slept last night because she kept waking up in the middle of the night and making you keep watch while she went to the bathroom (keep watch from what exactly, you would never know), and never mind that taking the bus was the plan anyway, right from the start.
Your blood is boiling. You can literally feel your eyeballs melting from the rage.
You put on a plastic smile (and pray to god that doesn’t melt too) and turn to her. “Doyou wanna take a bus?”
She purses her lips again.
Minutes later, you’re pushing past the people on the platform, making your way to the exits. As you pass the turnstiles, a train zooms past.
She falls asleep on the bus, oblivious. You stay awake, keeping watch. There are an awful lot of people on this bus today too. Maybe someone had died.
You glance at her, then at the road ahead, and at the point where it disappears into the horizon.
Originally posted on Tumblr on Nov 21st 2013