The Stranger I Once Met On The Railway

I’ll never see her again.

It was a cold winter evening, I was on my way home from work when I saw her. She was sitting on the edge of the platform, her feet dangling over the tracks, all alone, shivering in the cold. I didn’t know who she was, but I knew I had to help her.

She looked lost and lonely, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her.

I approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her, and asked if she was okay. She looked at me with such desperation in her eyes that I couldn’t say no. So I sat down next to her.

She told me that she was waiting for a train that would take her away from this place. She said she’d been waiting for hours, but it never came. I asked her where she was going, and she told me she didn’t know.

All she knew was that she had to get away from here. She was dressed in a worn coat and had a small suitcase with her. She looked tired and anxious.

I was looking at her, thinking about what might have happened to her. If she is okay, how can I offer her my help? Countless scenarios were dancing in my head, and I was struggling to catch the right words to say. As I was about to say something she stood up, the train was there, and she quietly stepped in. Before going inside, she turned and saw me with a spark in her eyes.

It was at this moment that I realized I had never asked for her name or phone number. And I’ll never see her again.

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