Let the past rest
Somehow Mari had managed to weasel her way into Lenas plans and had hopped aboard the train with her. She didn’t know why this had seemed to rub her the wrong way but it did and Lena couldn’t bother to hide her discomfort. So, as Mari went to the food car, Lena took a paper from her pack, ripped it into more pieces, and started scribbling different memories that had been resurfacing in hopes that she wouldn’t get stuck with Mari there.
She took the papers and headed for the back of the train where you could stand behind the rail. Lena hadn’t known that a paper had fallen from her grasp and landed on the floor. And she probably wouldn’t either because it was the tiniest paper with her most unsteady scrawl which made it easy to believe that Lena had been shaking as she wrote it.
It was only a few simple words. Just like words always were when by themselves. But the words strung together would always cut into Lena and she knew that they probably always would. On it it read: Couldn’t save one of the lives that saved mine.
