*** It was raining at the train station. Poppy stood up from her seat as the train slowed to a stop next to them, her red hair pulled back in a small ponytail. She looked down at him, pulling her grey trenchcoat tighter around at herself. "So... I guess this is it...?"
Francis held the black umbrella over them, watching her with a slight frown, his dark eyes looking thoughtful. "For now, unfortunately."
She frowned, her brows furrowing as she stepped closer to him. She reached out for a moment, almost as if to caress his jaw, but hesitated, straightening his lapel and tie instead. "I'll write you," she said after a moment, not meeting his gaze. "Every day. You don't have to reply, I know you get so busy, but... I will write to you."
A slight look of disappointment flashed across his face for a moment and he shifted. "I'll reply. Don't worry."
The bell on the train rang and she looked up, past his shoulder, at the waiting train. She took a deep breath before looking up at him, her eyes watering slightly. "I love you," she said quietly.
She shuddered slightly, her hand coming up to rest on his jaw as she kissed him back. The bell rang on the train again. She pulled away, looking distraught. "Okay, I... I gotta leave you..."
"I love you," she repeated, pulling away as her small hand slipped from his and she got on the train, watching him through the window as she sat down. The train bell rang again, and it began to pull out of the station.
(Zoop!) Poppy's picture popped up on his phone, a frozen picture of her hugging Tom, indicating that she was calling him.
