BEFORE TRAVELLING

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"The next day early in the morning, she would take the bus
to travel to her country. It was the last evening they would
spend together, the last night they would sleep together. It
seemed an endless night. Before sleeping, she asked him to
wear the same shirt that long ago he had forgotten at her
home, in her hometown. It was one of those shirts that
young people wear over a simple shirt nowadays, doggy
somewhat trendy, blue, slightly faded by time, with some
white lines texture and with a small pocket at the left side.
She wanted his scent badly. Conversations and
endearments were so much worth that night that can’t be
counted. They were permanent , but only few stored
thoroughly in each other memory. It should have been a
prolonged night and less drowsiness, but it passed swiftly.
In the end, before approaching the midnight heavy hour,
she fell asleep. She seemed quiet and he was temporarily
troubled and sleepy, until six o'clock when some rays
coming from the east towards the window that was without
curtains rendered his eyes half-open. It would be the last
night that ended with an embrace and waked up just like it
had started with the same hug. She seemed quiet again
while hiding the tears that dripped from his closed eyes. In
the last five minutes they were lying down. Kneading was
the last thing he tried to drive through his hot tears that
were invited over the skin in that cold room. She had to do
make up to be as cool as the road would lengthen until
exhaustion. It was the last time that he was carrying her
suitcase underneath her endless clothes. It was the last time
they were together until the bus station from where she
would leave. It was the last time they were together until
her departure. It was the last kiss, and then they greeted by
shaking hands up left and right; he out of the bus and she
inside the bus sitting at chair number five. It was the last
time they saw each other beyond the glass. It would be the
last time, at least for a very long time." (by me)