[Original] Last Train (oneshot) Title: Last Train
Fandom: Original Pairing
Het.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 904 @
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fiumidiparole Warning: Angst, Tragedy Summary
: Chasing a choice
Station
was so cold that he had the impression that no longer exist.
Maybe it was because that air breathed in deeply frozen, making penetrating into the remotest corner of his lungs. Caroline always said that was to breathe more deeply, that ever lived on the edge and that she was not so good. Not an ant that hold food for the winter, he said. Relax, she said. Caroline, as usual, was always good at talking, she, who never did anything in life, which had the most loyal guy in the world, who did not believe in death. Instead, she believed. How could he not believe?
The air was cold and the sky was dark. There were the stars up there beyond the lights of the station? Could be, but she did not even know how they were made: there were at least twenty years that he had not seen a star in city was absolutely impossible. Twenty years were not raised his eyes from the ground. He was too busy and had too much to do. In the end it was not true: the last stars that he had seen was what he had in his hand, blue printed in yellow sull'ombrello Caroline. Take it, fool, he told her. She had taken him, had turned its back on the last time and was gone.
Did you know that Frederick is a jerk. That news, of course I knew, knew for years. But she loved him, what could he do? It was so nice, it was so perfect. They had so much in common. It had to be him, his half. Would not have wanted anyone else. Went out together since college. Even mom and dad were together in college, and still loved, before she fled the house with her boyfriend. She did not care if it was a stupid thing to do was what he wanted. He told her she had beautiful eyes, who was the best girl in the world. It was what he wanted.
A girl with a red coat and a trolley passed her, rocking on heels of a shocking pink candy. A color from the boat, it occurred to her, who knows why.
must have been glad to have arrived there at last. He looked like one that had a long travel for some reason. Maybe for some. Just like her. It was a beautiful girl, blonde hair stood out on the red coat. Julia was also blonde. The Frederick sweaters were always full of her hair. Wavy. Long. Maybe it was that Frederick had got out with her. Was different. She had her dark hair, so short as to make it look like a man. He had never seen it, but she was sure that had to be beautiful, with soft and harmonious forms. Nothing to do with her body dry and barren.
was cold and dark, but Frederick was clearly visible with its lime green suitcase in the crowd. He had followed up the dock, running like crazy, shouting at the superhuman effort to achieve it, e poi era caduta, sulle ginocchia, strappandosi le calze. Erano nuove, erano bellissime, e per colpa di Frederick ora erano da buttare. Non era andata dritta neanche quella. Frederick aveva buttato la loro storia come spazzatura dandole appuntamento al bar e dicendole che poteva tenere l'appartamento, se le serviva. Lui aveva Julia e non gli interessava nient'altro. La lasciava per non farla soffrire, non voleva che stesse male.
Frederick era salito sul treno, e si era girato a guardarla. Voleva che salisse con lui? Voleva controllare che stesse bene, o se si fosse fatta male abbastanza da non seguirlo? Era troppo lontano per riuscire a decifrare la sua espressione. Non che fosse uno a cui era facile leggere le emozioni in faccia. Era una sfinge, and was one of the reasons why she loved him. He was a man.
Pffffffff, shhhhhhhhhhh. The train doors had closed, and it was gone. It was really late, had to be one of the last races. It was heading north, but who knows where. How would he find out?
If Caroline had still been there he would have pulled up the arm, would have sprinkled a little 'skirt and told her that if she later would have seemed even more stupid than it seems, with those socks tanned like that. It seemed right to see her, her friend. Superpizzicoso wearing a red sweater with a high neck, her Peruvian hat so out of place, and long skirt, thick glasses balanced on the nose followed her black eye. The hands planted on her hips. Angry. So she got up. It was turned, she ran towards the ticket office and bought a ticket.
He heard the train coming, and she started to run. He bumped into something, and she had to stop. He was still ongoing. Hands crossed on his chest, her lips bent in a satisfied smile. Caroline was as clear a picture in his head as he ran towards the train heading south. Happiness. For the first time she felt free.
Then the doors were shut with a hiss, and the last train had left. He felt the cold air on the face, that hurt my face. The snow was falling and whitewashing everything. A lady approached her and asked if he could sit next to her. He nodded. She was alone in the end, certainly not bothered. He felt so numb that he no longer felt even his thoughts. The silence pressed over his ears, of course everyone was asleep. He would not hear any noise until the following morning. The last train had left.
without her.
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