Diamond eyes flash at me just before we exit the tunnel. I know instantly that it’s her. Real or imaginary, I can’t be sure; all my lines have been blurred for some time now.
But I must see her again. Explain that the rumble, the shriek, the crushing of bones underneath oblivious wheels, the extinguished life: it wasn’t my intention.
I slow the train to a halt, leap from the driver’s carriage, and race along the length of the platform. I clamber down onto the tracks and plunge into the darkness of the tunnel, searching for diamond eyes and absolution.
But I must see her again. Explain that the rumble, the shriek, the crushing of bones underneath oblivious wheels, the extinguished life: it wasn’t my intention.
I slow the train to a halt, leap from the driver’s carriage, and race along the length of the platform. I clamber down onto the tracks and plunge into the darkness of the tunnel, searching for diamond eyes and absolution.
