16. Part 2
I feel bad. I know I shouldn't. I left because it was the right thing to do. He always wrote, and I couldn't bring myself to. It was too hard. Too hard to pick up the pencil and trying to write words without my tears staining the paper. I should be strong, because I know I don't need him, but having someone away for so long makes you think of bad things like the fact you'll never see them again due to some freak accident.
Maybe I should've left an explaination, but who cares at this point. Neither of us kept trying anymore anyways. Over and done with.
I sat at the train station, my feet dangling from the rusty bench, my fingers tapping on the steel frame. I hummed along to my music, waiting for the train that would lead me to my parents, where they can tell me I was wrong as usual and forgive me because I'm young and make mistakes.
November 16th, 151 days. I laughed at myself. Calum is probably back. Probably getting ready for a luxurious night out with the boys before going their separate ways for a few hours until one of them ring each other up to go to the beach or something.
I need to get this off my brain. I am done.
I continue to watch the trains go by, each with people of many expressions. Some are smiling from ear to ear. Others are gloomy, not really ready to start their work day. Each with their own stories that I myself could relate to, but until I get the moment to speak to them, everyone remains a stranger in my world.