L. Jayne

In that second, I think about running through that door and going with him. But I know that it__ not the road I__ meant for.Because we__e both still incapable of love. We__e both not ready yet.And I know that I__l miss him. And some nights, I__l cry in my sleep.But for now, I__ okay. And that__ all that matters.The void in my heart has finally been filled.And as the train moves farther and farther from me on the platform, I can only smile.

Then I__ suddenly reminded of how I get engulfed with nightmares of Mom__ death as soon as I fall asleep. Hesitantly, I call to him, __ey, Adrian?___eah?___an you hold my hand the entire night?_ My voice comes out as a quiet whisper.There__ a pause. I__ almost afraid to meet his eyes. Heartbeat picking up faster, his fingers interweave with mine and lace them together. I turn almost reflexively and I__ faced with his eyes__urning so green that it__ hard to look away. And for a second__ne second, there is this feeling that flits in my chest, making my breath catch.Then his eyes close and I blink slowly__eeling as I__ in a dream-like trance. Then mine slide close too after a while of memorizing this moment, this moment of silent peacefulness.The gentle pressure of his hand holding mine coaxes me into sleep.This time, there__ only a soothing blankness. And we sleep just like that; backs curved together, my head folded in his chest. As we hold hands, I fall into the awaiting darkness.