the trainShe looked out the window to see snow covered trees flying by, obscured by the shimmering dust of snow that the train blew up around it as it raced through the countryside. She frowned, confused. The sun was low, casting a bright warm beam of light through the window onto her black pea coat and pale hands, sparking flecks of gold in her hair. There were other people on the train around her, she turned to see a boy and his mother behind her talking quietly while a young couple sat across the aisle, listening to music together. She turned back and froze. In the seat facing her was now a handsome dark haired man whose eyes were sparkling in the sunlight. She starred at him, eyes wide, as the train rocked them mutedly through the white fields. He turned to look out the window, his profile looked young and smart, just as it had in her memory.
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