Unspoken Promises

The train station was unusually quiet that evening. The golden hues of the setting sun painted long shadows on the platform, stretching toward a lone figure sitting on a bench, lost in thought. Olivia pulled her coat tighter around her as the cool breeze whispered through the air, carrying with it memories she had tried to bury for years.

Then, a familiar voice broke through the hum of the station. "Still waiting for a train that never comes?"

She turned sharply, her breath catching in her throat. It had been seven years, but she would recognize that voice anywhere. Ethan stood there, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, an almost nervous smile playing on his lips.

"Ethan..." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

He chuckled softly, stepping closer. "I was hoping I’d find you here."

Memories flooded back—of late-night talks, of whispered promises, of love that had once felt unshakable. They had grown up in this town, spent endless hours dreaming of the future, and once upon a time, they had been inseparable. But life had other plans. Olivia had left for college in another city, and Ethan had stayed behind, tethered to responsibilities he couldn’t walk away from.

"I wasn’t sure if you still came here," he admitted, his gaze searching hers.

"I didn’t, for a long time," she said honestly. "But something brought me back tonight."

He sat down beside her, and for a while, neither of them spoke. The silence was not uncomfortable; it was filled with everything they had left unsaid.

"I used to come here, you know," he finally said. "Just to sit. Just in case one day, you’d be here too."

Olivia felt the weight of his words settle over her. She had spent years convincing herself that the past was better left behind, that returning to it would only reopen wounds. And yet, here they were, two people who had spent years apart but had never truly let go.

"I missed you, Ethan," she admitted, her voice breaking slightly.

"I never stopped missing you," he said softly. "I just thought... maybe you had moved on."

She turned to him then, really looking at him—the familiar warmth in his eyes, the slight crease in his forehead when he was deep in thought. Time had changed them, but some things remained the same.

"What if we try again?" she asked, surprising even herself. "Not to pick up where we left off, but to see where we can go from here?"

A slow, hopeful smile spread across his face. "I’d like that. More than anything."

The train whistled in the distance, but neither of them moved. Because for the first time in years, Olivia realized—some trains were never meant to be caught. Some were meant to be waited for, no matter how long it took.

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