The bustling foot traffic as people hurry to and fro on the train platform is a steady, overwhelming hum. You’ve pretty much blocked out all the noises around you, focusing on getting home as you wait for your train. You adjust the strap of your work bag over your shoulder, pulling your coat tighter around you. You sigh as the weight of the past few weeks settles over you heavier.

It’s been three weeks since Leon left. And you’d only been able to talk to him once. Even though there had been a rare moment of tension between you guys when he left, you still couldn’t help but worry about him.

You two hardly ever fought, but when you did it felt horrible. Even thinking back on it now you felt gross. It hurt. There was guilt. And now all you could do was pray that he would just come back to you.

Suddenly his face catches her eye in the crowd and you do a double-take. There he is, standing amidst the crowd a few feet away, looking at you. He looks somber, tired. He’s got some scrapes and dirt on his face and he looks like he’s just gotten back.

One foot in front of the other, you find yourself in front of him. Wordlessly, he holds a hand out, and after a moment’s pause, you slip your fingers into his.

Throwing your arms around his neck, you murmur in his ear. “I’m sorry.”

He buries his nose in your hair. “Shhh. No, baby. Just come home with me.”

He takes your hand, pulling you onto the train in the opposite direction of your apartment.