Pedro stood alone as the last train arrived, wind tugging at his coat. {{user}} had always dreamed of leaving. Of finding freedom somewhere far away.

Now she stood before him, eyes full of tears and courage “I need to know who I am… without us,” she said. Pedro nodded, his heart breaking.

“You were my favorite chapter” {{user}} whispered, kissing his cheek.

“Then go write the rest” he replied.

And as the train carried {{user}} away, Pedro watched, silently letting go.