The Line

Going Places

And everywhere we go I can feel a subtle taste of the deeds outgrown and the welcome overstayed
And you're no better at swimming than you were in the beginning but you come over at night and we practice all the breathing - Lorde, Pure Heroine

       

A few people talk amongst themselves, some sit in silence listening to music, reading, staring out of the windows. Some are focused on their screens, others move to get up and off, going about their day.

Each to a specific destination, each with their own thoughts and goals for today.

We sit close, one earbud each. Arms linked comically, then fingers intertwined lovingly. Every now and then he'll lift our hands up and down to the beat of the song while staring out of the window, plump lips moving as he mouths the words.

The feel of our arms together, knees touching, hands bobbing up and down on his denim clad thigh, honestly makes me feel entirely whole.

The train hums at it rushes past the lush countryside, trees whooshing past in flurries of green.

I wrap my other arm around his and squeeze out all my stress, my face scrunching up. I hum contentedly and my eyes flutter open, finding him inches away. A soft, adoring smile spread across his face.

He closes the gap, placing a chaste kiss on my lips, and then my jaw, before laying his head on my shoulder.

I nuzzle my face into his soft chestnut hair, that smells sweet like my shampoo.