First Time in the Train Station Bathroom: Shattering Innocence
We sat at the terrace café of Avignon train station. Just twenty minutes before my 6 PM train. Heat clung to our skin like sweat-soaked secrets. I sipped soda, he nursed a beer, both cooling off after forest reunions. My heart thudded unevenly. Talk turned heavy. ‘Do you believe in great love?’ I asked. He…