she waited for him at the station.
heart full of hope, thoughts full of love and their plans of escaping together. she waited and waited, but not as long as she awaited his loyalty for their promised future.
he waited for the train.
smile on his face; dreaming of her brown pools that pulled him in a trance, stars dancing and twirling within them as did he whenever he got lost in those doe eyes.
the train raced along the tracks, a cool breeze fanning his face as it cruised through until it slowed and finally stopped.
he boarded the train, holding onto the pole and staring at each passing object as the train begins to speed off. the ride just begun, but he had no idea what was in store for him.
the first stop arrived faster than usual, and in it he saw them—in the puppy love stage, where things were rushed but neither he nor her paid attention to it. where in their eyes, neither could do any wrong.
deception in disguise, love in their eyes—but still a bit unwise, to see their soon to be demise.
the second stop comes and this time the train stops abruptly, rather than slowing inch by inch before completely stopping. again, he saw them—but he recognized this stage because it was a scene he was quite familiar with. times are rough and their love is tough, and he wasn’t strong enough to see it through. in her eyes, all that was seen was him. in his eyes was spotted the reflection of another woman.
deception in disguise, his eyes dressed in lies—all she could do is cry, “i don’t want this love to die.”
anxious and filled with guilt, he began to tap his foot in an attempt to calm himself down.
the third stop never had an opportunity to display, for he walked off before he could see what state they were in. he chose this stop, and in it was a world without her. he couldn’t possibly stop his womanizing ways. silly girl, what made her think he would?
his intentions were never to stay with her, in fact this station was close to the next girl’s house.
she waited for him at the station.
unsure if she was waiting for him or his loyalty—in the end, it didn’t matter.
he never came.
