Come home, we miss you.
A girl, sitting on a bench at the hectic train station, sighs. A line, from a short message she received last night, is displaying once again on her mind, the line that was sent by someone one hundred miles away. She closes her eyes as her memory begins to distract.
"How can I deny you?" she whispers.
The train station is crowded. People come, people chat, people make noise and people go. The train she is waiting for comes. She takes a deep breath then stands.
"What it is in a distance?" she questions herself.
Another journey begins. Another four hour on the wheels. It is never about the destination. Being on the wheels is what she loves the most, always.
"You come," a man welcomes her.
"Yes, I do."
"You're lovely, as always."
She smiles, "Thank you. You look great too."