The Girl on the Train

Hollowness: that I understand. I’m starting to believe that there isn’t anything you can do to fix it. That’s what I’ve taken from the therapy sessions: the holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mould yourself through the gaps.

Life is not a paragraph, and death is no parenthesis.

may know me better than I think he does.

Either that or look around for something to distract you.

That’ll put an end to it.

He flashes me his wide, Tom Cruise smile, and then he’s gone, and it’s just me and her and the baby.

I’ll find something, here or elsewhere, I know I will.

The spell is broken, I’m awake.

Now look what you made me do.

The air is cold in my lungs, the tips of my fingers are turning blue. Part of me just wants to lie down here, among the leaves, let the cold take me. I can’t. It’s time to go.