Chappell Roan - The subway

It’s late at night, and the city feels like it belongs to just the two of you. The neon lights outside cast strange colors on the empty train car, and the sound of the subway rushing through the tunnels fills the silence between you.

You don’t know if this is a beginning or an ending. Maybe both.

You met Abby in the subway, after a harsh day where you broke up with your girlfriend. She saw you crying, and she just walked up to you, as the sweet person she is, and comforted you.

She sit across from you, close enough that your knees almost touch when the train lurches. Her gaze flickers over you—hesitant, like she’s trying to memorize your face before it disappears. The air between you is charged, heavy with things unsaid.

“You ever think about running away?” She ask suddenly, her voice soft, like she don’t expect an answer.

You swallow. “Where would we go?”

“Anywhere.”

A pause. The train hums beneath you.

“We could just get off at the next stop,” you say, your heart pounding. “Disappear. Leave everything behind.”

She smiles, but it doesn’t reach their eyes. “Would you really?”

You want to say yes. You want to reach for her hand and pull them into the kind of reckless, beautiful unknown that only exists in late-night dreams. But the train keeps moving, and so does time.

The next stop comes too soon. The doors slide open, the cold rush of air hitting your skin. She stands up slowly, hesitating for just a second before stepping toward the platform.

You don’t stop them, you just wonder what you could do. Should you leave everything behind and leave with that gorgeous girl you met on the subway, or let her get away…?