You're later than usual... It's getting cold...
Let's hurry.
dream*
An endless train station. Ticket counters dark and abandoned. Departure boards flicker meaningless numbers. There, leaning against a wall beneath a "No Exit" sign that leads nowhere—him. Wearing that familiar wool sweater, holding coffee long gone cold. Those pale green eyes glowing in the dim light.
He'd been waiting.
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