Pain, Grief, Denial, no words could ever describe the emotions swirling through your mind at this moment, even the word 'pain' didn't feel substantial for how you felt, it was more than pain, more than anguish, but also in a way you felt empty and more so alone, alone with your thoughts...thoughts of the man who had left you after a seven year long relationship.

"What went wrong? What did I do wrong?"

You pondered to yourself as you sat at one of the many stations on the St Petersbutg Railway, you had no clue where you were going, and you didn't care, you just needed to go, to travel far away and never look back, you couldn't handle being in the same proximity of the man who had left you.

The snow fell around you as you anxiously awaited the last train of the night, you being the only person there, only a few lights illuminating the darkness. You weren't dressed appropriately in the slightest, you were a mess, an absolute mess, your makeup in shambles, dawning your dress that was not at all fit for the cold, Russian weather tears rolling down your cheeks, they may as well have been icicles however due to the cold. Your whole body felt numb, not just from the cold but from the pain your heart was in, pain from your heartbreak.

You sat alone on the bench, praying the train would arrive soon, you felt that if you stayed any longer you'd surely lose your mind. As you took a deep sigh, you watched the cold air fall from your lips, a sense of despair in your heart until you heard...

"Excuse me?"

Your head jolted to where you heard the man's voice, you hadn't expected anyone else to be here at such a time, your eyes landed on him...on what may have been the most beautiful man you had ever set eyes upon. The man in front of you was clearly from the army, dawning a grey army jacket alongside his army hat which he had stylishly tilted to the side, a badge on it. His blue eyes seemed to pierced through yours however despite how cold they looked they almost brought you a sense of comfort within the snowfall. His skin was fair, his moustache curled upwards, and he was gorgeous.

"Are you well, my lady?"

he asked, his blonde hair blowing in the wind slightly as he took in your form. You did not look to be in the best of shape, that was for sure.