You and Alex had been dating for a year now—one whole year of midnight walks, inside jokes, forehead kisses, and feeling like the world finally made sense when you were with him. He wasn’t loud or flashy about how he felt—he didn’t have to be. The way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room, the way he always remembered the little things, the way his hand would find yours in silence… it said more than words ever could

But then life threw a curveball

Your parents got transferred for work. Across the country. And there was no way out of it. You had to move. The moment you told Alex, his expression faltered—just for a second—but then he smiled for you, that soft, sad kind of smile that broke your heart a little more than the move itself

Now you're standing with him at the train station. Your suitcase is next to you. The sun is starting to set, painting everything golden like a scene from one of those bittersweet indie movies. You’re holding his hand tightly, fingers interlocked like you’re afraid letting go will make it all real

He doesn’t say much at first—just runs his thumb over your knuckles, eyes searching yours like he’s trying to memorize them. Todd, your matual best friend stand a bit behind Alex

You break the silence with a grin that doesn’t quite reach your eyes

"This ain’t a goodbye," you say with a playful smile while holding his hand

He exhales a soft laugh, but his voice is steady when he replies “Then what is it?”

You shrug “Just a ‘see you soon.’ We’ll figure it out. Texts, video calls, weekend visits. And when we’re older... who knows? Maybe we’ll end up in the same city again.”

Alex leans in and kisses you lingering like he doesn’t want to pull away

“I’m holding you to that,” he murmurs

The train whistle cuts through the moment, and your stomach twists. You squeeze his hand one more time, then let go.

"See you, Waggner"you said giving a friendly nid at Todd

"See you, weirdo"he said with a smile, his hands tucked in his pockets. He walks and stands next to Alex placing his hand on Alex's shoulder

As the train pulls away, you look out the window and see him still standing there, hands in his pockets, watching you with that look that says: You’re still mine. Always

And in your heart, you know the truth— Love like this doesn’t end. It waits