Vixen - Jia Lissa | - Travelling Alone

The train crested a hill. Below, a small town glittered like spilled sequins—warm windows, a single church spire, a river catching the last of the light. Jia’s stop. Or maybe just the first one that mattered.

The train plunged into a tunnel. For five heartbeats, there was only darkness and the syncopated click of wheels. When the light returned, Vixen had moved closer—not physically, but in the way the air between them had thickened, become a thing with weight. Vixen - Jia Lissa - Travelling Alone

Vixen smiled. It was a small, dangerous curve of the mouth. “The world doesn’t go backwards. Only we do. Trying to outrun a version of yourself you left in a different time zone?” The train crested a hill

“You’re travelling alone,” Vixen said. It wasn’t a question. Or maybe just the first one that mattered

And for the first time all journey, Jia Lissa wasn’t hiding. She was arriving.