Gemotions

The bustling train station was a symphony of sounds: announcements, hurried footsteps, and the rumble of arriving trains. She found a quiet bench near a window and sat down, the letter clutched in her hand. The chaos around her seemed distant, muted.

The train would be arriving soon. She thought about everything, and nothing. She watched people rush by, all with their own lives, their own stories.

She finally opened the letter. She read it once more, the words familiar now. Then she folded it neatly, closed her eyes, and waited for her train.