As the rain pattered against the rattling taxi window, she
realised what she was losing. She didn’t know his second name, his favourite
colour, how many siblings he had. She had not met his parents or been on
holiday with him. She did not know him in a way that she knew her best friend
or her parents, but in that second as he closed the car door and walked up to
the train station, she knew one thing. She wanted to be with him. She loved
him.
It did not take her long to realise what she had to. After
forcing the driver to grind to a halt, she had never moved quicker, dodging
past anonymous figures on the platform and fighting, begging and pleading with
destiny to stop him getting onto the train. Raindrops splattered down, merely
adding to the tears which tricked down her delicate cheeks whilst her panic
built up.
“John! John! Stop!” she cried with sheer determination as
onlookers jumped in confusion. He was an oblivious target in the distance, but
somehow the only image that was focused in her eyes; he mattered and suddenly
the argument didn’t.
Heart in mouth, she stumbled through the mob of people. It
didn’t matter that she bumped into an elderly gentlemen, or barged through a
couple, deep in conversation. They all loved people, they would understand her
desperation if only they knew.
The train pulled in and people moved to get on. She was now
desperate; her length of opportunity was being harshly monitored by the speed
at which passengers boarded the train, which was impatiently waiting to depart.
As hoards of people moved towards the train, she lost sight of John. The train
left. And the crowd of people who had got off the train and spectators who had
been saying goodbye to people began to disband. She never even got to say
goodbye.
Heart in mouth, she stumbled to a wall and leant against it,
suddenly letting the tears flow. She couldn’t support herself and collapsed
onto the ground, not even caring that she was drenched from the puddle
underneath her. The minute she had realised how much he was worth was the
minute that she lost him. She sat there, head in hands and shivering from both
the cold and the loneliness she felt. What was she to do now?
Suddenly she felt a warmth on her shoulder, with all of her
hope based on this one sense, she looked up but her disappointment was reimbursed
merely with a uniformed platform attendant telling her to move on.
As she stood up, wondering what to do next, she looked ahead
of her, and that’s when she saw him. John. Sat on a bench watching her.
“I couldn’t do it,” he exclaimed, “I couldn’t leave you”.
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