A year.
Dear God, it had been a year.
Sabriel looked down, his hands folded between his open legs. He leaned forward in the bench, sitting at the very edge of the seat, his right leg bouncing gently in anticipation. His black hair fell and covered his face and his stare was concentrated at the dirty tiled floor, hearing people walk by, talking, occasionally seeing their shoes as they passed. That wasn’t what his mind was on, however; his mind was on the train that would be pulling in within moments and the certain passenger on board who he was dying to see.
His head shot up when he heard the announcement that the train had arrived and he stood so fast his knees went weak. His heart was racing and he swallowed, realizing that his mouth was suddenly dry. “Damn it,†he said, scanning the sudden crowd for his beloved January. He couldn't miss him… he just couldn't!
Dear God, it had been a year.
Sabriel looked down, his hands folded between his open legs. He leaned forward in the bench, sitting at the very edge of the seat, his right leg bouncing gently in anticipation. His black hair fell and covered his face and his stare was concentrated at the dirty tiled floor, hearing people walk by, talking, occasionally seeing their shoes as they passed. That wasn’t what his mind was on, however; his mind was on the train that would be pulling in within moments and the certain passenger on board who he was dying to see.
His head shot up when he heard the announcement that the train had arrived and he stood so fast his knees went weak. His heart was racing and he swallowed, realizing that his mouth was suddenly dry. “Damn it,†he said, scanning the sudden crowd for his beloved January. He couldn't miss him… he just couldn't!