Train station

Jeremiah was sitting in his seat, watching the world out the window of the train as it blurred by, the sun setting in the distance. He didn't have much to entertain him with - he had underestimated his phone's battery life, the amount he had left in his book, and even the amount of work he had to do over the weekend. All of it had run short a few stops back, leaving him with just enough time not to be able to fall asleep, but more than enough to ponder his existence and start to become a wear of just how sore his rear end had gotten from sitting so long.

It had been a long time since he'd been back home. He'd been going to college for a while now, living on campus, and his car had broken down months back. It was hard to afford to get it fixed when he was spending so much already on classes and textbooks - if it wasn't for the food plan he was on, he wasn't sure he'd even be able to afford to eat. Fortunately his job was on campus as well, so he didn't have to worry about getting to and from work - that much he could walk. But it was a six hour train ride to get back to his hometown, and as much as he missed his friends and family there, it was hard to justify that kind of time commitment most of the time. But it was finally break time, and he was heading home.

The warning that they were pulling close to his stop was a welcome break from staring out the window, and while his legs felt vaguely like jelly when he stood up, he was more than happy to grab his bags and head down the stairs to the car doors. There was still time until they got there, of course, but even the small change in scenery was good. He wished he could text Sarah, let her know that he was close. He trusted that she was there and waiting, obviously, but she would probably be waiting in her car, not sure which train was the one he was on.

He could feel the shift under his feet as the train began to slow. There was about a minute left before he would be getting off the train. He actually found he liked riding the train - it was just that he really wanted to be home. His fingers tapped quickly on the handle of his bag, but he was first in line as the doors opened, and he swept out of the car.

The sky was red as the sun was just about gone under the horizon, making it harder to see, but her form was apparent just on the other side of the fence. He smiled at her and saw her coming closer as he made his way around, and the moment he was clear she started running. She leapt into his arms and buried her face in his neck as he spun her around. She was warm against him, and the scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils.

"I missed you," she whispered against his skin.

"I missed you too."