~~
There was a gentle snowfall that morning. The sun hadn’t
risen yet; not like he would have been able to tell through the cloudy skies,
anyway. It was so early that the buses hadn’t started for the day yet, and
although he tried to hail a taxi, he had had little luck. So he ran.
Running
in the winter is an act that requires a lot of talent. It was the middle of the
season; the snow on the sidewalk had long since been packed down, trampled by
the hundreds of thousands of feet that had taken the same path before him. It
made the ground beneath his boots uneven. His feet slipped and slid on the ice,
his balance threatening to give out.
But still,
he would not be deterred. He only had one chance, and he was running out of
time.
The
wind felt like a whip against his unprotected face. His nose and ears were
numb, and every inch of his uncovered skin felt stiff in the cold. The cold air
went right through his jeans, which cooled his legs down more than they warmed
him up. He couldn’t feel his toes anymore.
The light
of the train station in the winter morning was like seeing an oasis in the desert—but
hearing the sharp whistle of the train sounded more like the sound a heart
monitor makes after death. Gone.
He
picked up his pace. He didn’t slow down as he burst through the windowed doors,
not even has the snow caked on the bottom of his boots sent him sliding halfway
to the platform. He rounded the corner, just as the tail end of the train
vanished out of sight completely.
She was
gone…forever.
~~
Until later,
- Justyne
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