“You have to go,” she whispers. He nods, his throat too tight to answer aloud. One last lingering look, one more attempt to memorize the curve of her cheek, the movement of her hand as she waves. And then, with a heavy heart, he boards the train. The engine chugs forward, smoke billowing as if to separate them like a curtain of dreams.
She stands there until the train vanishes into the night's embrace, the faint notes of a saxophone from a passing club playing somewhere in the distance. Though her heart feels weighed down, a quiet hope flickers. The letters will come. And someday, someday, maybe love will bring him back.
Wearing Luxe Paris Mondrian Prime Dress - made for maitreya (worn), lara x, lara petite, legacy, maitreya petite, perky, reborn,.
Hair - Sonnatta Morales - Lulu
