Mariia Smerdova

Bailey!

The train is small, so even if we wouldn’t have been eloped we’d still have to sit together. I offered him the window seat and I did it, not because I was trying to be nice, but mainly just so that no one gets suspicious with the level of hyperventilation coming from him. I really tried my hardest to keep Miles calm because he seemed on the verge of a panic attack, but the fact that he didn’t take anything I said seriously didn’t help. I tell him to face the window and to focus on the view of the coast rather than what we just did. Surprisingly, he listened to me and was visibly calming down by the minute. He fell asleep shortly and I remained all alone with the thoughts of our uncalculated journey. Where are we gonna go? What are we gonna do? How are we gonna earn a living?