A single train pulls into the station, the last one for the day - the last one in and out for a long time around here. The platform is full of familiar sights and smells - a place once a mainstay in the mind now echoing distant memories of a time that likely never existed.
They look taller than when I last saw them, standing at the entrance of the station - but the same jaw, same hair, same eyes. Eyes that pierce right into my chest and remind me why the train ride made my neck tighten the closer and closer I got to where I am right now. Yet they smile, that same smile, as I walk down towards them, no longer any path to take but forward.