I feel you in my heart, I don't even know you.

Rachel got a seat next to the window —opposite that nosy fucking couple who had almost ruined Quinn’s goodbye earlier— and composed a quick text message. She linked her fingers together on the table and watched Quinn reach into her purse. Rachel waited until she saw Quinn’s smile and left her with a final image as the train chugged away: an impressively sad pout.

Not long after, Rachel’s phone went off. It was Quinn.

I’ll miss you too.

~ Boats In The Sky