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* Vivre(v.)—To live (french) Une vie à vivre *
It breathed life.
The station was still vibrant even though there the sky was black and cloudy. Grand, gorgeous, and glittering, it was something so breathtaking, Shiloh could not believe this was happening. He was leaving, moving on towards something better.
The stair could lead to heaven; that was how much Shiloh suspected he was dreaming. It was here. Taking step by step up the grand stairs, Shiloh crushed his ticket to heaven in jacket’s pocket. People maneuvered, shoved, and cajoled around as Shiloh walked past. They minded their business, never coming to realize that each of them had created their own journey of healing. Or that Shiloh was so close towards the glorious enhancement of himself. Shiloh smiled, turning back once more, moon shining on his weary skin, “Goodbye!!” He yelled, seeing his sister, arms crossed, leaning on the car. She grinned, giving a thumbs up to her brother. Huffing with a wave, Shiloh continued up, suitcase in his hand. Abelle smiled; she hoped that this was the way for Shiloh to recover. The car revved, slowly pulling out and into the traffic. Shiloh was finally all alone. * [Living With Esse]... It was an advert Shiloh saw frequently while in his depressive state. [Leave to the Escapism of your life.] It was this that his mind wandered to leaving. [Want to change your life; Have the experience of a lifetime; or restore yourself to the better you? Book a ticket at Living With Esse. We are the greatest travel agency for one’s desires. We figure out the best place for you to find yourself; just go to www.xxxxxxEsse.com to fill out the survey, gain your perfect escape, and book your ticket.] It interested Shiloh to go to the website, fill in the questions, and book a train ticket for Terrai. [We, Living With Esse, will pay for everything—house expenses, transport expenses, and more!!! You just need to book and sign, and anything will be covered!] It seemed too good to be true, but desperation was calling Shiloh. He had no choice but to sign the contract and gain his ticket. It appealed to his wanting to live. To live without woe, shame, and torment. * That was how Shiloh made it on the train with his specialized ticket months later. He sat alone in an isolated compartment on the train, looking to the platform station. People were entering, suitcases, backpacks, and whatnot in hand. Shiloh could see children hopping around, parents racking their brains, singles minding their business as they boarded the train in the dark. The locomotive held many carriages for tons of people. Inside multiple seats stood. Where people would and wait for the next stop, those that were not spending days on the train. Then there were compartments of seats and bunk beds for people, such as Shiloh, who were staying on the train for many days. Just one of the numerous carriages of the train; somewhere along the hallways were the places where people could dine and drink, the conductor and crew station, and the storage. Shiloh settled, moving to his suitcase to change into sleepwear. Once finished, he pulled out a notebook, turned on the lamp, sat on the couch, and started to journal. He wanted to document his healing process—wanted to see his process from his worst to his best. Shiloh had nothing, save for some clothes and change. Wanting to start from nothing, Shiloh had given everything away to his family, so they could cash or do something like that. Maybe that was the worst idea for him, but at the time it was perfect for the situation and feeling. And he fancied the thoughts of those surviving in the woods people… He really did not think this out. Shiloh gripped his head, writing his stupidity in his notebook before closing the bonded book. First entry, and it was about this, nothing about his ex.⦇ Don’t worry, he would do so soon.⦈ He thought with a sigh, wondering how he was going to persist through this without having a mental breakdown. People walked about his compartment’s doors, laughing or chugging along, reaching their designated spots, settling into the night. It settled around one in the morning when the train jerked with a sound, budging forward. The world moved as the platform, and his home city disappeared from his view as he watched. Shiloh observed as the feeling washed over him. He left. Shiloh was scared, yet excited for his new escape. Nothing could prepare him for it Though the feeling was interrupted as his eyes swayed while his body’s yawn told him he needed to sleep. The yelling, back and forth, the sadness, the goodbyes, everything was enough for him today. Shiloh stood up from the sofa, moving to the lavish bed, plopping down onto the soft mattress. As his head hit the pillow, his poor eyes shut, the train placed under darkness as it moved under a tunnel. He slept until the noon sun beamed on him. *
TBC
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