The evening train screamed into the station, slicing through the orange glow of sunset. Aarav stood at Platform No. 3, lost in his thoughts. He liked watching trains leave — it felt easier than watching people leave.
That's when he saw her.
She stood near a pillar, clutching a small blue diary. Her hair moved gently with the wind, and her eyes searched the crowd as if she was waiting for someone who might never arrive.
Their eyes met.
For a moment, time paused.
She looked away first.
The announcement echoed. The train departed. But she didn't board.
Neither did Aarav.
That was the beginning.