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Yugto
his sacrifice
Tension had settled over them like a heavy fog. They sat across each other, on the seats nearest to the door. Leaning against the metal arm of the chair, she could barely imagine how indecision tore open his walls, breaking him down to a man that was about to suffer from the repercussions of his choices. Yet, in spite of everything, he was the boy she loved.
"Patrick, you should go." The words had tumbled out of her mouth before she even realized it. They tasted vile and felt painful enough to bring back the fortress that once surrounded her heart.
Aba could feel his eyes drilling holes into her skull but she refused to meet them; opting to look outside the window as the train smoothly glided into the station. The weight of her words had struck more than one chord inside of her. She wanted to take it back, to pretend nothing ever happened. But she stayed like that, simply listening to the sound of his footsteps growing fainter until it disappeared altogether as the doors finally closed and the train moved once again.
"Patrick, you should go." The words had tumbled out of her mouth before she even realized it. They tasted vile and felt painful enough to bring back the fortress that once surrounded her heart.
Aba could feel his eyes drilling holes into her skull but she refused to meet them; opting to look outside the window as the train smoothly glided into the station. The weight of her words had struck more than one chord inside of her. She wanted to take it back, to pretend nothing ever happened. But she stayed like that, simply listening to the sound of his footsteps growing fainter until it disappeared altogether as the doors finally closed and the train moved once again.