One Last Step

It’s getting late. I should probably go, but I don’t want to put an end to it. My friends next to me are still laughing at the joke I made a couple of minutes ago. We are all a little tipsy – maybe that’s the reason behind our high spirits or maybe we’re just happy to see each other after so long. I excuse myself and go in search of the bathroom. What should I do? I think while redoing my make-up. I decided that I will do it tonight; no more thinking, just one final action. Tthen I go back to the others.

I tell them that I have to go. They try to keep me for another while but I kiss them goodbye and with that I’m out of the pub and out of their lives as well.

The metro is right in front of the bar.  As I’m walking my way down the stairs my mind is spinning so fast I can’t really focus on anything.

The train is not there yet; there are only a couple of people down here minding their own business. I stand upon the track thinking about taking one last step, the final one.

I hear the noise of the train, it’s almost here. What should I do? When should I do it? Will it hurt?

Just then a gentle hand touches me on the shoulder. He’s one of my friends, telling me that he wanted to go as well, but was waiting for someone else to leave. A weak smile appears on my lips.

I lost the timing. The doors of the train are opening in front of us. He asks me if I am okay; a tear comes down my eye. I’m fine, I’m just a little tired, but thank you – for your friendship, for being here.  Actually I’m not really fine right now, but I will be soon because tomorrow is another day and I want to see the sun rise again.