🎧 for me to shuffle my playlist and use the first line of the next song as a starter Champagne's for Celebrating (I'll Have a Martini) - Mayday Parade She left her book, her car, her clothes, and a note, but all she wrote was: "Tonight I'm leaving on a train." Sehun sat, the note in hand. His stare was blank as he looked out at all the people walking by. No one was paying attention to him, too busy with their own lives to worry about Sehun's. Which, really, Sehun didn't have any right to be affected. It was only his mother. A mom he hadn't seen in years. He didn't even know when the note had been left. The house he grew up in looked so dusty and dingy. Had she been waiting for him? Or did she leave the note for someone else? It was easy to believe that she had forgotten all about him, and had left the warning for someone else. But there was also a hope that his mother hadn't. Maybe Sehun just wanted to believe his sudden absence had torn her apart and scarred her as much as she had done to him his whole life. "Is this seat taken?" Sehun's attention was taken, then, by the approach of a stranger to the bench he was stationed at. He had cleaned the entire thing with his wipes for this occurrence, and he scooted over. "What's that?" The stranger pointed to the paper in Sehun's hand. "Ah, nothing, really." Sehun crumbled the note in his hands and tossed it in the garbage bin beside the bench, wiping his gloved hands on his slacks. "I visited home for the first time in a while." He laughed, and then the disappointment set it. He was going to actually speak to his mother. "It was a surprise. All my mom's stuff was there, but she wasn't there." After Sehun finished speaking, he realized the stranger never asked for a sob story. "Ah, sorry, you don't need to hear all that." He laughed, shifting in his seat.
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