Wait
Run
Stop
Go
Now or never
Stop
Think
No
Run
Run
Run...
Last glimpse of the city she was leaving. Last tear cried for all those who didn't deserve it. Last look filled with love and hatred, so hard and so deep, that it'd burnt an image into her memory forever.
One day. Maybe one day. Surely not now. It's the time...
Hurriedly passing all those people who didn't really know where they were about to go, she knew her directions pretty darn well. She memorized them like words of a poem.
The platform was crowded by those who traveled and those others who came to see the off. Fortunately- or unfortunately?- there wasn't anyone to see her off, so she just climbed those two steps to the train, carrying her heavy bag and looking for some place to sit down. She got lot of stares, but that was okay, she was used to it. Not that she was different, it was just a custom in that country... To stare at the others.
Eventually, she found a place in a vacant compartment, where she took a seat right next to the window. She closed her eyes and listened to her accelerated heartbeat, but after a while it slowed down and so did her breathing. Without opening her eyes, she sensed there was somebody else who decided to share a compartment with her. As long as the person didn't bother her, she felt fine with it.
About five minutes or so she felt the train getting into motion and it startled her just as much as it did frighten her.
No. No, I always wanted this. I never really wanted to stay, she thought.
She opened her eyes just in time to see all the so well known buildings and parks and places she would visit like a child or a teenager. There, somewhere there, a first cigarette. And somewhere in that direction first sip of vodka. Her first kiss, place where she used to go for a coffee, places where she used to hang out with friends. Her city was welcoming her as well as it was saying goodbye.
Unwillingly, she raised her right arm and waved. To nobody and everybody in particular. To all that places she hadn't visited, to all the places she used to love, hate, live, dream, die.
With every passing meter she was more and more sure she was doing the right thing. Maybe it wouldn't feel right for some time, but it sure as hell did at that time. Nothing kept her there anymore. Nobody, nothing, nowhere...
She hated farewells, those lies people would tell others. She craved them, all of them, and loved them at the same time.
Last buildings, last gardens, last people, and the train speeded into distance, just as she wanted it to.
''Are you all right?'' somebody asked her and she turned to a nice-looking old lady who seemed to be concerned about her feelings.
''I'm perfectly fine,'' she answered and smiled, turning her stare back to the window where everything seemed so green, so nice, so new.
''Where are you going?''
''Me? Somewhere. Anywhere,'' she replied and the lady didn't bother her anymore.
She was free. Free to start again- to try again. She knew it wasn't about to be easy, but she was prepared. Nothing could keep her from reaching her dream.
She was free. She left and was free. The joy was unthinkable, overwhelming.
She waved last goodbye to her home city and welcomed her future.
Run
Stop
Go
Now or never
Stop
Think
No
Run
Run
Run...
Last glimpse of the city she was leaving. Last tear cried for all those who didn't deserve it. Last look filled with love and hatred, so hard and so deep, that it'd burnt an image into her memory forever.
One day. Maybe one day. Surely not now. It's the time...
Hurriedly passing all those people who didn't really know where they were about to go, she knew her directions pretty darn well. She memorized them like words of a poem.
The platform was crowded by those who traveled and those others who came to see the off. Fortunately- or unfortunately?- there wasn't anyone to see her off, so she just climbed those two steps to the train, carrying her heavy bag and looking for some place to sit down. She got lot of stares, but that was okay, she was used to it. Not that she was different, it was just a custom in that country... To stare at the others.
Eventually, she found a place in a vacant compartment, where she took a seat right next to the window. She closed her eyes and listened to her accelerated heartbeat, but after a while it slowed down and so did her breathing. Without opening her eyes, she sensed there was somebody else who decided to share a compartment with her. As long as the person didn't bother her, she felt fine with it.
About five minutes or so she felt the train getting into motion and it startled her just as much as it did frighten her.
No. No, I always wanted this. I never really wanted to stay, she thought.
She opened her eyes just in time to see all the so well known buildings and parks and places she would visit like a child or a teenager. There, somewhere there, a first cigarette. And somewhere in that direction first sip of vodka. Her first kiss, place where she used to go for a coffee, places where she used to hang out with friends. Her city was welcoming her as well as it was saying goodbye.
Unwillingly, she raised her right arm and waved. To nobody and everybody in particular. To all that places she hadn't visited, to all the places she used to love, hate, live, dream, die.
With every passing meter she was more and more sure she was doing the right thing. Maybe it wouldn't feel right for some time, but it sure as hell did at that time. Nothing kept her there anymore. Nobody, nothing, nowhere...
She hated farewells, those lies people would tell others. She craved them, all of them, and loved them at the same time.
Last buildings, last gardens, last people, and the train speeded into distance, just as she wanted it to.
''Are you all right?'' somebody asked her and she turned to a nice-looking old lady who seemed to be concerned about her feelings.
''I'm perfectly fine,'' she answered and smiled, turning her stare back to the window where everything seemed so green, so nice, so new.
''Where are you going?''
''Me? Somewhere. Anywhere,'' she replied and the lady didn't bother her anymore.
She was free. Free to start again- to try again. She knew it wasn't about to be easy, but she was prepared. Nothing could keep her from reaching her dream.
She was free. She left and was free. The joy was unthinkable, overwhelming.
She waved last goodbye to her home city and welcomed her future.
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