Chapter 54
By the time I’m standing on the platform, I’m breathless but have three minutes to spare. It’s just me, a drunk guy sitting by himself, slurring into a FaceTime call as he stares down at his phone, and a couple who are French kissing up the other end of the platform, his coat enveloping her.
I feel the rumble first, reverberating through the platform. Then I see the glow of lights as the train approaches.
My stomach fills with butterflies and I move towards the edge of the platform—a swirl of cold air, dust—and wait as it screeches to a halt. The doors open and I get on and find a seat towards the back of the carriage.
The window is misted up, and as we pull away from the station, I can’t help myself. I reach up, and without anyone seeing me, I draw a little love heart in the fog with my fingertip. It makes me smile.
I reach for my phone to text Jonathan, to tell him that I’m coming—then stop myself.
Because no, that will spoil it. I want to see his face. His unfiltered reaction when he sees me there at his door after all this time. I want that. I want all of it.
So I plug my phone in to charge, pull up the first Twilight movie, the one where they meet—I’ll only be consuming soft and fuzzy vampires from now on, thanks—put in my earbuds and let it play, the volume down low, as I head back to the city and my future.