The massive brown analog clock that stands in the middle of the station screams 9:55. The shuffling of feet amplifies the platform. A second after entering the train, the doors shut. A row of dull hazel seats is replicated. 'Row 27 Seat E', the ticket shows.
Then you come. You take a seat with your girlfriend of 3 years. Nothing has changed; you still have that quiffed blonde hair she adores, that same genuinely sweet smile on your lips. In fact, nothing has changed from high school, really.
The train starts moving. You are both silent at the start, but you break the silence.
"So are you looking forward to England?" you say.
"Yeah I guess. It's gonna be a great experience you know, I've always wanted to go there." You nod, then turn your head to face the front.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
The End of the Road
Cerita PendekIn which he hits the End of the Road. This is my first short story, sorry if it's shitty and doesn't make sense lmao :( It's a sad story but is hopefully worth reading :D
