Away

“Where are you going?” Your hands were holding her own, and they were not quite shaking.  Her tan skin and freckles were in stark contrast of the wet greys around you, too bright for what was happening.  Her almost white hair was currently home to hundreds of raindrops, and her shoes were splashed with mud. You’d been best friends for only a while, but you already felt you’d known her forever.  You just didn’t know it was this bad.  “Can’t you stay with me?  At least for a while?”  And she smiled at you, being strong for your sake.  “I can’t be in this town any longer.  I have to go now.”  The train was approaching, you could hear it.  The ground shook.  “Where are you going?”  You pleaded once more.  The train pulled to a stop.  She stood up with her one bag, headed to the open door, and she looked back at you. “Away.”  And she left.  Away, away, away.