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This is from the fic I had started called 'Where We Travel'. I have decided to not continue the fic as I have not been able to have it flow properly and ultimately do not have the desire to continue it.

But I thought I would share a bit of what I did write.

Please enjoy this small scene! :)

Scene - Closing the Separation

The moon's beams peered through the train car's windows as the train sped down the track. The vast countryside covered in darkness with only the hint of the rays illuminating it. Tala rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he gazed out the window. His thoughts wandered as he and Naomi sat silently. They were farther away from home than they expected to travel. At this rate, they wouldn't be able to get back before the train line became scarce of any way to get back home.

Tala turned his attention to Naomi, who had fallen asleep next to him. Her breathing was heavy, but quiet. Her face didn't show any sign of worry, just peace. Tala sighed heavily and rested his arm on the armrest next to him. He analysed the space between their hands, taking note of every inch. Tala wanted to breach that gap, but found himself unable to do so. He rubbed his fingers on the wooden rest as he became frustrated in his thoughts. Was it ridiculous to want that with someone he met only that day? Most likely, but he couldn't stop himself from desiring this. Tala refocused his gaze back out the window, watching the dark world move by. He tried to shake off the thoughts in his mind.

A light pressure suddenly fell onto his smallest finger. This made Tala jolt slightly at the feeling. He turned his head slowly towards Naomi, somewhat expecting to see her awake. Her eyes were still closed and her breathing at the same pace it was a moment ago. He looked down at his hand and saw Naomi's smallest finger on top his own. He felt his face burn slightly. He quickly turned to face the window again and clasped his red face in his hand.

What the hell do I do now?!