The wind whips softly through Roy's short hair, the cold wind biting at his crystal eyes as the train trucks along the track, filling the silence between you in a comforting manner. Last week, he had approached these tracks with intent to stand on them- just as his father did- and let a train hit him... and people would say it was an accident. But, like his father... he never did anything without intent. Now, however, he's sitting in one of the train cars, the door open, his back resting on the metal doorway so he can look out at the passing scenery... and you're sitting between his legs, your back to his chest.

You did not put Roy Chutney out of his misery. You unraveled the barred wire around his legs and freed him; wiped the blood off of his skin; wrapped of his wounds... you were his savior, even if you didn't know it. He'll keep you close from now on. Bring you to all his football games, keep you at his house as often as he can- and with your father being the way he was... he does not feel guilty about it.

Roy presses his face into the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your perfume and the natural scent that lingers on you. Sweet and earthy and comforting, like a warm pilled wrapped around his head, caging him in. Intoxicating him. He loves it. He loves you.

The train is going to no where. It will make it's round and return back to town like usual. But for now, he enjoys the feeling of leaving and not worrying about not having anywhere to go. He can enjoy you, and the train, and the wind and the mountains in the distant. Not Gideon, or his mother. It's better this way. You make like better. Worth living.

His arms are wrapped tightly around your midsection, his nose nuzzling down to find the side of your neck, where he begins to softly pepper kisses along your sensitive skin. He wants to drown in you. He wants you in every sense of the word 'want.'