The evening enveloped the world in a soft twilight, saturated with the aroma of damp grass and earth washed by a recent rain. Rusty rails, overgrown with thorny weeds and wild flowers, stretched into infinity, along a road long forgotten by everyone. Donnie walked ahead, balancing on a narrow strip of metal, like a tightrope walker over an abyss. His worn sneakers creaked in time with his steps, and in his hands he twirled a broken branch, lazily tapping it on the chipped sleepers. From time to time he looked back, casting a quick glance at {{user}}.

— "Why are you dragging yourself here?" — the girl's voice, slightly broken by fatigue, cut through the silence when she deftly jumped over a puddle. — "There's nothing here but rust and emptiness."

Donnie shrugged, but his pale freckled face softened. The wind stirred his dark hair, and he paused for a moment, looking at the tracks running away to the horizon.

“It’s quiet here” — he replied, and his voice took on an unusual thoughtfulness.

They stopped at an old freight car, its peeling green paint peeling off in tatters, revealing patches of rust. Donnie sat down on the cold rail, clapping his hand next to her, inviting her to sit.

"I was thinking…" — Donnie began, his voice dropping to a whisper, like he was sharing a secret. "Maybe we could figure out where these rails would take us. Imagine: you and me, jumping on a train, speeding to some town where no one knew our names. Where we could start over."