Dismal Morning Hours

“The train arrives in an hour,” Mike said. “Is there anything you want to do,” I replied.
“No, I think I’ve done everything, you?”
“There’re a few more things, but there’s always next time.”
“Not for me.” We sat on the uncomfortable chairs, patiently waiting for the train.
20 minutes passed by. “You sure you want to leave,” he asked. “Not really,” I said. 10 more minutes passed. “Half an hour left.” I nodded in agreement and stood up. His eyes followed me nervously as I walked over to the vending machine. I checked my wallet; there was enough for two drinks. When I walked back to where he was sitting I stopped to look around the station. It was a blue and gray building, dull in appearance, and cold. Cold in the same way an uncaring parent is cold to his child, an unwelcoming departure point.
I sat back down and handed Mike his drink. He opened it and took a few small sips. We both sat there uncomfortably waiting for the 5:15. “20 more minutes,” he said. “Fuck,” I said, “I can’t do it.”
“You agreed to.”
“I know I did but I just don’t want to leave. I have a life here; I don’t want to throw that all away because of one mistake.”
“You shouldn’t have agreed it then.”
“Listen if you hadn’t…”
“If I hadn’t what? Saved your ass. Do you have any idea the kind of trouble you’d be in if I hadn’t done that.”
“Still…” I had no response for that. What he said was true. 5 more minutes I thought to myself. The intercom came on to report that the train would be arriving shortly.
When it arrived we grabbed our things and hurried on board to find some empty seats. The train was empty for the most part. There were small groups of people here and there, no one I knew. We sat down it would be a long ride.
He only got up once to go to the bathroom. It would take us three hours to get to Fresno. When we were half way there I wished I had brought a book. Mike didn’t say much so I just looked out the window. “Next stop Fresno,” came a voice from the intercom.
It was dark when we arrived. We grabbed a cab and went to the nearest hotel. The clerk at the desk was kind and quick at her job, she didn’t leave much time for conversation. I noticed when signing in Mike gave a fake name, that was probably for the best. He then paid in cash. We went to the room that was the farthest away from the lobby. When we were in the room I collapsed faced down on my bed.
I hadn’t heard him open his bag so he must have kept it on him. I felt the barrel of a gun pressed against the back of my head. “Sorry man,” he said, “they asked that do it out of town.” I guess he pulled the trigger because after that I heard a bang and then darkness. The last thing I thought was, I wonder if this is how the universe began.
Mike went to outside to where a car was waiting. He opened the door. “Everything went well I hope,” said the driver. Mike just nodded and signaled for them to leave