It was Saturday morning, 8 o’clock. At this hour, I usually slept or felt like throwing my phone out of the window because the alarm was ringing, but this night had been different. I had spent it thinking about the boy I used to talk to, who was always by my side and then suddenly disappeared.
Suddenly, I found myself alone on the bench in front of the train station, wondering what I had done wrong. I had pushed all my friends away to spend time with him, but he chose to leave without any explanation. With each passing train, my heart beat faster, thinking he was back to see me. This is where we used to spend our evenings.
As I sat on the bench in front of the station, surrounded by people and luggage, I felt a touch on my shoulder. I looked back. But it was just the conductor asking if I was okay.
I decided to leave, get on the first train and free myself. Before I left, I glanced towards the platform and saw two silhouettes. I recognized the one for whom I had cried and for whom I wanted to give up my town and friends, and who was now holding another girl in his arms.
All my questions were answered. This was the end, but also the beginning.