The train station buzzed with the rhythm of hurried footsteps and muffled announcements, each sound a reminder of time slipping away. Morgan stood at the edge of the platform, a coffee cup cradled in her hands, now lukewarm. She peered down the tracks.

The iron rails glowed under the early morning sun, and for a moment, she could see him walking toward her with that familiar, lopsided grin. But a train approached, revealing nothing but emptiness.

Their years had intertwined. They shared laughter during rainstorms and whispered secrets under dimly lit street lamps. Now, here she was, alone. She clung to the vision of their final kiss, buoyed by the memory of his touch, warm and electric. A distant horn blasted through her thoughts like an unexpected wind.

As the minutes ticked by, she noticed others boarding the approaching trains, skirting around their own farewells. A mother hurried her children onto a train, their laughter spilling out the open doors. An elderly couple strolled past her, hand in hand, eyes twinkling with shared history.

Suddenly, a solitary figure emerged from the crowd, a young woman, eyes bright with anticipation, clutching a bouquet of flowers. She looked radiant, and Morgan felt a stab of jealousy. How alive the girl seemed.But with that jealousy came clarity. If she wanted to be that woman to love again and embrace the future, she could no longer linger.

They shared laughter during rainstorms and whispered secrets under dimly lit street lamps. Now, here she was, alone.

The digital clock above flickered, its numbers changing, each second a call to action. She took a deep breath and stepped toward the platform. “I can’t stay here,” she whispered to no one in particular, and the words tumbled out of her like an exhale after having held her breath for too long.

The next train pulled into the station, a steel beast rumbling with purpose. As its doors hissed open, Morgan’s heart raced. This time, it wasn’t just about leaving someone behind. It was about claiming her life. She stepped forward. The coffee cup finally slipped from her grasp, tumbling onto the platform as she let go of what had weighed her down for far too long.