The rain pattered against the window in front of him. They reminded him of the amount of tears he must have shed in the past few weeks. Like the rain his tears were endless streams, with no sign of relenting. He had nothing left but hope, hope that seeing her would somehow make things better.

He had to tell her how he felt. Somewhere deep inside he thought that if she knew how much pain he was going through and how hollow he felt inside without her, she would change her mind and take him back. Luke dropped his head, his bottom lip trembling at the thought of being rejected again. Was this all a big mistake?

His leg twitched nervously, wondering what time it was. Would she be awake when he got there? He looked down the carriage as one of the other passengers answered his phone. He kicked himself, for deleting her phone number.

Perhaps she was upset too and was being stubborn, waiting for him to make the first move and call. A new sense of optimism came across him. Luke looked at his reflection in the window, and for the first time in a number of weeks, he smiled.

As the train pulled into the tunnel, he thought about what he would say. If things didn’t go his way then at least he would have the opportunity to find the answers to the questions that were preventing him from getting on with way his life.

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