---In Business Class, Bored to Death---

Coldness.
The bitter wind blew past her face like daggers. People hurry past her, staring blankly and unaware of their surroundings.
Or perhaps too aware of their surroundings.

One should never daydream on a public transport vehicle. She remembered sprinting out the back door that almost closed on her at the last second. Ironically, she was daydreaming about a story that took place on the bus.

Emileaf told herself to stay awake as she slowly dragged herself towards the stop. She noticed her bad habit of constantly turning her head and looking around her, as if waiting for someone.

Yet she had no one to wait for.
It was perhaps from paranoia.
Or maybe she just felt the need to do something, rather than standing stiff like a post
Or maybe because she wanted something miraculous to happen.

As Emileaf exhaled deeply she noticed how cold it was already. Everyone's breaths turned white as it came into contact with the cold November air. Can't it snow alreay? December was coming.

Winter is the season of death.

Unconsciously she turned and glanced around again, meeting rather unfriendly, or maybe indifferent looks.
Why did she just do that? Again?

The bus appeared far away, and suddenly she realized.
I am regretting something, and it's not coming back now.
Something about the bus station feels empty.
Things change.
But Emileaf doesn't
And she will suffer the consequences.