Rain pelted the flimsy umbrella. She stood alone beside the train tracks, allowing the mist to splash her face as she waited. Waited for the ending to change. Waited for him to return to her side and fulfill his promise. She wanted nothing more to do with the life beneath the stairs of the Lords and Ladies of the Ton. She wanted his loving arms to keep her warm at night. She wanted his passionate kisses to feed her hunger.
She stared down the tracks. Although the train turned into memory, his betrayal remained fresh. She had stood stupidly as he walked from her, with his sole ticket towards the train. She made no move to stop him, to derail her nightmare. He made no attempt to look for her through the window of his car as he took his seat. She watched. She hurt. She let the rain slap at her as the train pulled away. Her dreams, its cargo.
The rain fell harder. The man behind the ticket counter called to her, she ignored him. She inhaled slowly. His Lorship will be expecting his tea. She turned from the platform and made her way back down the streets of London. Back to her room beneath the luxury and happiness. She folded her umbrella and let the rain wash over her as she made her way home.
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