The Train Station.
The train station was crowded and hot. There were people milling about, the air was heavy with the scent of
Cinnabon and self-importance. They had planned to meet, get there things and leave, and they would never have to see each other again.
She was wearing her worn leather jacket and was over heating, but she didn't care whether or not she smelt like shit at this point. As she waited for him on the benches she twisted one of her jet black dreads nervously between her fingers. Just then, he appeared, her heart skipped a beat and momentarily leap into her throat, how could he look so beautiful just walking and not even realize it? His dark hair was greasy and messy, his piercing blue eyes were swollen with dark bags underneath them from lack of sleep, and he was thinner than when she had last seen him, it took all her strength to keep her rooted in her chair and to not get up and run to him. He walked up to her with his hands in his pockets and stood before her without saying a word, they stared at each other for a moment, then she stood up and they both walked towards the locker in silence.
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