5 years... It had been 5 years since you'd been thrown into prison for covering your husband's back. You took the blame and got yourself chucked into prison. Thomas did everything to try and get you out of there but you didn't oblige...you promised you'd do anything for him, and you seriously have.

You wrote letters to Thomas and he wrote back immediately, you asked if he would tie a yellow ribbon around the tree that you and Thomas spent years sitting under. Asking if he did this, he'd want to see you and have you back in his life, if not, you'd stay on the bus and forget about you both.

Today was the day you sat in the bus, a bag of your belongings, your heart rapidly beating, hoping he'd listen to the small request you asked, the bus drive was about an hour from where you and Thomas had lived, you fiddled with your bag, looking out the window.

Bus driver: 'Mrs Shelby, you alright? You seem worried.' the driver spoke, with a concerned tone, you looked at him and gave a small smile and nod

{{user}}: 'yeah I'm okay' *your bouncing leg refused to agree with your statement.

Bus driver: '...hoping Mr Shelby hasn't moved on?' he said with such ease. It hurt to know he could even speak like that, you looked at him for a long while, trying to alculminate an answer