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🌌 “The Seat Beside Mine”
The train was almost empty when I got on—late evening, end of a long day. I chose a window seat out of habit, pressing my forehead lightly against the cool glass as the city slid by in quiet blurs of light.
At the next stop, you stepped in.
You looked around, hesitated, and then sat in the empty seat beside mine. Not too close. Not too far. Just enough to feel your presence without a word.
For a while, we rode in silence. Comfortable silence.
Then you said softly,
“Do you ever feel like trains understand us better than people do?”
I smiled. “They never ask where you’re going. They just take you.”
You nodded, like I had spoken something important.
We talked in pieces—unfinished sentences, shared pauses. You told me about the job you were unsure about. I told you about the dream I kept postponing. Outside, the city slowly turned into darkness.