The Midnight Train
His bag was packed and stashed inside the hallway cupboard.
Standing by the bed, he watched her sleep. He did love her… just not enough.
Not enough to compete with the constant feeling of being stifled, trapped and robbed of his freedom. Feelings that were just too strong.
It was better this way. No lingering, sad goodbyes. He couldn’t bear to witness the pain in her eyes. The pain he’d seen in others… too many times. Those he’d loved and left.
When that midnight train called, he always answered.
Maybe one day its call would go unheeded. But not tonight.