I dropped my arms, hung my head, and all Alex did was walk away. A single tears spilled over and dripped down my cheek pathetically. I was pathetic.

I walked slowly to a seat, stumbling slightly because of my tear-blurred vision.

Sitting in a chair, I curled my legs up to my chest and rested my forehead on my knee. Oh, Gabby, What have you done?

This journey has been a disaster, why I ever thought that back home with my drunk mother was the worst possibility in life, I'll never know. I guess I'm just a spoilt, pathetic, brat.

Deciding that this was the exact behaviour of a little girl, I wiped my eyes ferociously on the back of my hand, sniffed and then unfolded myself from my position and looked about for Alex.

It took me a moment to re-orient myself about the bus. I'd stumbled further up the aisle and was in row six, or something. Turning my head slowly to the left, already knowing what - who - I would see, Alex was staring out the window across the pathway from me, not looking in my direction.

A small gasp escaped through my lips, and I turned my head away, pretending that I hadn't been staring at him.

After a few seconds of panicked 'had he'/'hadn't he' thoughts, I turned back to look at him, and, with a resigned sigh, schooched across the aisle to sit next to him.

"I'm sorry." I muttered, not even daring to look at him, instead staring down at my hands.

He visible cringed away at my close contact, and a salty tear dripped onto my finger.

The End

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