Outside the window, the summer breeze rustled between the trees. The scenery blended together as Hugh’s body swayed to the cadence of the train moving along the tracks towards Southeast, the end of the line.
He first saw her on the train. Conversations between stops turned into phone calls, which turned into coffee dates, and eventually cohabitation.
Now, passionately entangled in each other, there was a strange knocking sound. Once, then twice.
“It’s time for your medicine.”
He was thrust back into his reality: Suffocated and confined by the white walls of the institution. Mindlessly, Hugh swayed with the trees that swung in the wind beneath stormy skies outside his window.
Her life long gone as a result of his hand; he was left indefinitely to mind the gap between his imagination and reality.
Intriguing tidbit. You should expound.