Decided

There was nothing left to decide. It had all been taken care of already. Plans had been made, dates set, money had changed hands. Certain events had set all of this in motion, certain unrelated appointments, crossings of paths, misunderstandings in the middle of the drunken night. But now the rest was inevitable. Someone would walk down the street for the last time. Some else would pause at a fountain, a small toy dragon sleeping at the bottom, the sound of falling water and the world would go black. Two people who did not know each other never would "get" to know each other. These things would happen. These things had to happen... now. Jeremy shifted his weight to his left foot and bounced a little against the cold. The train was nowhere to be seen. How stupid people could be, how careless with everything they had been given. Wandering around in their idiotic houses oblivious to it all, to the odious rank liver stank that oozed out of them all the while, all their shiny fucking lives, the slime and stench from which they had crawled out of the damn fucking ocean still reeking inside them, inside their golden tits and silken cocks, inside their mauve marc jacobs matching set and Spartan audi hygiene, inside of their clean and glistening moments of warm dark whatever, beneath the winter garden of all of it... that stench. So fucking oblivous. How could they not smell it? But he could smell it and he could do something about it. He could hold his nose and walk among them. He could monitor and record, could understand. Jeremy could undo the highest latch on the door and slip away unnoticed. He was good at that sort of thing. These were his talents, his glorious way of unseeing. Things had been decided. Jeremy held his nose and stepped onto the train.