It had been six months or more. And yet Eleanor couldn't forget the vivid memory that etched in her mind indelibly.
She wished for those crystal clear memory to fade, to vanish into molecules. The sense of loss was overwhelming, inundating her wholeness. Memory melting might take place if she would allow her mind to reprocess once more, if she didn't grip on to the past, that particular past so firmly, at least.
She missed Elliot terribly.
Could she recreate those moments with Elliot once more? Those wonderful time spent together. Those heartwarming laughter. Those terrible heartache.
Life is moving on. Everyone is moving on, in one way or another.
Eleanor gazed out of the train window. She saw some familiar places. Those places where both once spent their vacation together, idling away their summer, in the most lavishing manner.
Yeah, those steps right there. Those grey stony Spanish steps where Elliot waited for her on many occasions. Those steps where they left their footprints, their laughters and their joy.
Commuters embarked and disembarked in their absent-mindedness. Their voices were muffled and soon started to swirl and blend with Eleanor's reverie. She was smiling so slightly that for those who had noticed her, might be able to identify by her distant gaze.
A chilly draft made her shudder and she was instantly, brought back to reality and her presence in the train.
