A Story A Day. Story 92 of 365: Lights.

She looked through the bus window. It was dark in the night. The city looked diferent, there was no one on the streets and lights of a thousand colors had taken their place. She touched the glass, feeling the cold through the woolen gloves. The bus was almost empty, few souls were brave enough to get outside in the snow, fewer were foolish enough to decide to cross the country on a bus. She had no option, though. She had sat at the back end of the bus, and burrowed herself in the borrowed jacket and her old blanket. She would miss that place, even if her stay had been so short, but it was time to move on, people had started asking questions about her past and it was buried so deep into her heart she was afraid she would bleed to death if she ever told anyone. For the first time ever she was sad she had to leave, and she was upset she couldn't tell the reason of her leaving to the one person who had cared for her. It was her life, though, not that she had really chosen it. The bus pulled out from the station, and she looked at the lights from her safe nest inside the bus. As the bus was leaving the city, she pressed her forehead against the glass and wispered.

-À bientôt, Céline.