Passenger

Nameless face after nameless face appeared in the doorway, stepping off the train to rush on with their lives.

With each nameless face, his hope lessens and lessens and lessens.

Maybe she’s decided not to come.

He thinks it’s wrong for him to even expect. Times change, people change after all. He thinks that maybe she finds no reason to return. Maybe she’s found that life she’s wanted far, far away from him.

He’s imagined over and over again how it might be like to see her again, to have her in his arms.

Looks like it’ll never come true 

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