The station stood like it always had,
Platform 2 — tired, familiar, still.
The same broken bench.
The same dusty chill.
But she —
She was no longer the girl who once believed in forever.
Yet she came,
Carrying a promise packed in years,
A silent hope dressed as fear.
6:00 PM.
He wasn't there.
She rose,
Disappointment tucked beneath her scarf,
A goodbye forming in her chest...
Then—
A voice.
"Wait..."
And just like that,
Time unraveled.
Memories rushed in without asking.
His voice —
The one she thought had faded —
Lit every part of her past on fire.
He ran.
He spoke too much, too fast.
Delays. Trains. Torn letters. Regret.
She said nothing.
She cried quietly —
Happy tears wearing old pain.
And he,
Confused and panicked,
Reached for her truth.
"What happened? Did I hurt you? Please don’t cry—"
She didn’t speak.
She hugged him.
And that was enough.
A hug,
So deep it hushed the world,
So soft it screamed everything they couldn’t say.
He held her back, Firm. Safe. Still hers.
“This time,” he whispered,
“there’ll be no more goodbyes…
Only hellos.”
“This time,” he whispered, “there’ll be no more goodbyes… Only hellos.”