Four

He sits up on the terrace looking out over the bay as the sun sets. The fresh wind cools his sun burnt skin. He reaches down for the bottle. Another day, another drink. His eyes close as the beer enters his mouth. The flavour dances, leaving a rich after taste as it disappears down his throat. Time escapes as it did the day before, and the day before that. He takes another sip, finishing the bottle. He places it onto the ground knocking over half a dozen other empties in the meantime. He mumbles a series of curse words, looking over his shoulder to see if anyone is around. He wipes the sweat off his brow with the back of his palm.  A group of girls start shouting from the street below. He stands up, leaning over the railing with a fresh beer in hand. He waves at them, motioning for them to join him. They giggle and make there way up. His night begins...

Time

Her hand reaches for his. Her tanned skin, so soft and warm makes him feel alive. The grip is tight as they know that the end is nearing. He kisses her hair, they become closer with every minute. The train rocks back and forth, their bodies follow as if they have become one.  She looks up at him with those big  brown eyes. He knows what she is thinking. She crawls into a ball and rests her head on his lap. He runs his fingers through her think brown hair. Using both hands gently scratching her scalp, just the way that she likes it. She closes her eyes, trying not to think about what is to come. Every station that they pass, the closer they are getting to their separation. He secretly hopes that they will never make it.
The moment freezes in his mind. That is all that he has left...