"Hold you forever--" "What?" Stephanie looked up from her book, but no really met her eyes; all of the other passengers were reading their own books, using their own phones, or talking with no phone in sight. Someone played music that drowned out most of it, including the high-pitched argument to her right. The mother sitting a seat away gave her what might have been a smile over her squabbling kids' heads, but it was blank-eyed and empty. Stephanie hadn't been able to get her usual seat; she'd had to squeeze past a businessman already sweating through his button-up and a man who smelled headachingly of pot into the last seat in the back, where the metal divider separating the upper level from the lower section crushed her bag against her legs. The children fighting over the "free" seat beside her jostled her, making it...
Worlds are best when they feel heard