Railway portrait

Brown hair, blue eyes, concentrated look.
She knew perfectly what she was doing. Desperately aware of what was waiting for her at the end of the trip.
While the landscape was defiling behind the window, her emerald ring was cracking, bringing her undeniably closer to what she was dreading so much.
Catching her bottle of water in the bottom of her bag, she let the transparent liquid flowing down her throat. How delicious it was to taste those last moments of life. She closed her eyes, and put the white earphones back on her ears, allowing the music to replace her bloody thoughts.
When she lifted up her eyes red with dreamt tears, the man in front of her looked away, and smiled.


Translation of this Portrait Ferroviaire, because Fou & Youle asked for it, so I did so.

Moins kitsch, toujours un peu, mais beaucoup Anglais

Eyh ! C'est moi qui l'ai demandé en anglais !
Ca y est ! On me pique mes idées et on dit que c'est les autres qui les ont eues !
Voleurs !

Surtout que ça le fait grave en anglais

Haha sorry Fou t'as raison, j'ai corrigé

Merci !