The couple behind me are fighting.

I can't bear it - she is pleading for him to talk to her, trying to quieten her crying. He is being terse, swearing and berating her. I want to turn around and tell him to shut up.

"All you want to do is fucking talk. We lay down in bed and all you want to do is talk." His voice is accusing and cold; a thick layer of black ice that none of her tears can melt.

I can only glance at their reflection in the opposite window. He doesn't look like he is capable of care or understanding. He is closed in behind his own cold wall.

If I were her, I'd run.

Far, far, away.

«  »