🎧' Slow Show – The National

There was little time to travel from the nationals. Jackie was so excited that she practically forced me to spend the night at her house. He said he needed to choose some clothes and wanted my opinion - but something in the tone of her voice seemed ... strange. Anxious. Maybe even nervous.

The bedroom door Rangeu when I entered. Jackie was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed and a wool jacket thrown over her shoulders.

"You're late," she murmured, without looking at me.

I tried to answer, but before I could say anything, Jackie pulled me to sit next to her.

"Tomorrow we board..." She said with a soft voice, almost in a whisper.

Her thigh went on mine. And she didn't move away. The heat of that simple touch made my chest squeeze.

She turned her face slowly. When finally looked at me, it was as if all the defenses had fallen. And there, in her eyes, there was something I always suspected - but until then she had never let out.

"If something happens...I want you to know something" she murmured, but stopped.