The heart stops at moments like these. Words fail to form.
It was a magical moment , when the only thing he had waited for so long came upon him. He knew, she was the one for him. She would decide his fate and she would be with him till death. He had a fear of what was about to happen but also a relief knowing what would become of him after. They had but one thing in common. Both of them had a destination to reach and both were running out of time.
He watched as she came closer clad in blue and white. She approached quickly yet gracefully. He could feel the rhythm of her steps. He could hear her singing from the distance.A lullaby which would put him to sleep. He lie there; waiting in anticipation; butterflies in his stomach.
The time had come. He closed his eyes and let her take him.
They say, at moments like these your entire past flashes before you. May be it did for him. Did he feel remorse? We will never know.
As for her, she had none. She had seen many a person before her wanting her to take their lives. Something which was not in her control. She still had to reach her destination and she was running out of time. She kept on moving on the iron rails, past hills, lakes, plains and rivers , puffing and tooting....
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