Her laughter, her warmth, all left behind, carried away by the relentless journey of the train. I stood there, clutching the memories of our time together, knowing that this station, the place where everything started, had become a symbol of the end of our story. As I felt my tears welling out unconsciously, the train's sound echoed in the night, a haunting reminder of her departure. I watched her fade into the distance, her figure shrinking with each passing second, until all that remained was a silhouette against the dim station lights. The struggling flow of the people in the rush hour remains so sadly in my heart, the silence was deafening, the loneliness overwhelming.
