*The announcement echoes overhead. Final boarding.

You clutch your ticket, your coat, your decision. This was supposed to be clean. Quiet. Goodbye without the drama.

But then—

You see him running across the platform, coat flapping, eyes wide with panic.

He spots you. Stops. Breathes hard.

“I should’ve said something sooner,” he gasps. “But I didn’t want to hold you back. And now I—I don’t want to let you go.”

The doors are still open.

You could step inside.

Or turn back into his arms. *