They didn't rush.
That was the first thing both of them noticed.
Earlier, years ago, everything had felt fragile—like one wrong word could shatter what they had. Now, the silence between them felt steadier, earned.
They walked along the platform, side by side.
"I used to think," Meera said, "that if something didn't last, it wasn't real."
Aarav looked at her.
"And now?"
"And now I think some things are real because they survive distance."
He nodded. That felt true.