Phonecall

That night she was on a phone call. "Listen I'm doing something crazy," she said. "something I've never done before."

It was past 11 on a Friday night. She stood at the bus station, waiting, all alone. "Don't do this, go back home?" said the voice. That voice she's fallen in love with a million times. 
The conversation prolonged until the bus arrived and she set to leave, half prepared, half anxious, but determined. 
The air was full of thoughts, the night was calm, she sat on the upper berth, watching the drops of rain on the window pane, reflecting city lights. 
A thousand words and laughter later, her eyes were drenched with happy tears, her face wrinkled with the widest smiles.

That night was never ending nor was that phone call. 
As crazy as it may seem, she left with an intention to never return but sometimes, someone will hold you back for a reason.