🌿 ⠞ ₊ ˚ ꔛ she hated train rides. having seen one too many movies; train to busan, bullet train, murder on the orient express — you name it, there was no possible way of stopping her mind from imagining the absolute worst. incessant tapping of leg to subdue her blossoming anxiety as train prepares to depart station is doing little to nothing for increasing heartbeat, doe - like orbs glued to scenery just outside window partially blocked by frame beside her. it was a view that caused breath to even out ... a lightbulb that brightens in cerebrum when inquiry posed for opposite is thought of. ❛ excuse me, ❜ manicured tips tap at limb ever so lightly, gentle beam decorating cherubic countenance. ❛ do you mind switching seats ? i just ... i'm terrible with these kinds of things — one too many movies, you know ? the view is like ... the only thing helping right now. ❜











