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Busy streets, busy station, what’s to be expected on a midweek night at peak travel times. She’s sat right beside me, but worlds apart, falling into music like she always does. How she loves to step into that world and let herself dive, let the world fall apart like a house of cards and just-
Disappear
It doesn’t matter what Jules is listening to, she will let herself go to that realm that she never quite wants to leave and just. Exist there. Like a second home anywhere she’d like.
I miss her there.
I’ve never had that same connection, that effortless synergy where the whole universe is small compared to just that moment. Though I try to recreate it, hope seems to bleed away. But nothing will ever be hopeless, and I will keep trying until I can’t anymore. Like the unicorns say, when all else fails, try it again!
So I play the songs she likes, falling into a rhythm with it. I never quite catch that place, but I’d settled for smaller things long ago. Just as I’m about to reach into my bag to scramble for my headphones, she places one delicate hand over mine. It’s cold, like a frosted glass on a hot summers day, but captivating like a siren song. She pauses and removes one of those wires earbuds I bought her for Christmas two years ago, offering it to me like you feed Mr Ramier’s pigeons. I took it as she nodded, switching to one of her brother’s songs.
I clasped her hand, clinging onto it as we waited for our stop. I never quite can understand her world, but I’m happy she’d like to share it with me