*Lena*
Crimson Creek faded from view, its lights just a shimmer on the far horizon as the train rumbled forward through the slow rolling hills. The train car was dark; the few passengers sharing our journey were settling in their seats, closing their eyes.
Seven hours until we reached Morhan.
I glanced at Xander, who was sitting opposite me. He had a magazine in his hands and was staring blankly at it. His eyes flicked up to meet mine, and I quickly looked away, a feeling of absolute dread washing over me.
We’d ended things. Mutually. Even if we hadn’t actually said the words that whatever we had been was done. I didn’t know why he’d chosen to sit so close to me when there were rows and rows of empty seats.
The constant vibration of the train began to lull me into a stupor, my eyelids growing heavy with sleep. I looked over at Xander one last time before closing my eyes.
Let bygones be bygones, I thought with distress.
It was over.
It was time to go home.
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