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She stood on the platform, clutching a letter in her hand. The morning fog blurred the edges of everything the train tracks, the distant buildings, even her thoughts. He was leaving today.
"I’ll write every day," he promised, his voice low but steady.
She laughed softly, though her heart ached. "Nobody writes letters anymore."
"Then I’ll be the first," he said, a faint smile curving his lips.
The announcement echoed: “Train departing in two minutes.”
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You know, if you ask me to stay, I will."
She shook her head, tears threatening to spill. "I can’t ask you to choose between your dreams and me."
"It’s not a choice," he whispered. "It’s just... life."
The train roared into the station, a rush of noise and motion. He stepped onto the train, their fingers lingering in a final touch.
As the train began to move, she stood rooted, waving until he disappeared into the fog. She opened the letter he had handed her at the last moment.
Inside were just four words: “I’ll always choose
"I’ll write every day," he promised, his voice low but steady.
She laughed softly, though her heart ached. "Nobody writes letters anymore."
"Then I’ll be the first," he said, a faint smile curving his lips.
The announcement echoed: “Train departing in two minutes.”
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You know, if you ask me to stay, I will."
She shook her head, tears threatening to spill. "I can’t ask you to choose between your dreams and me."
"It’s not a choice," he whispered. "It’s just... life."
The train roared into the station, a rush of noise and motion. He stepped onto the train, their fingers lingering in a final touch.
As the train began to move, she stood rooted, waving until he disappeared into the fog. She opened the letter he had handed her at the last moment.
Inside were just four words: “I’ll always choose
