It was Christmas Eve. You hadn’t seen your family in years. You feel the buzz of people as you step onto the train platform, snow drifting gently to your feet.

As you wait, you spot a man, standing at the far end of the station, his face filled with hurt. He stares solemnly at nothing in particular, facing the tracks. He’s breathtakingly beautiful, and your feet take you to him before you can stop yourself. He quickly notices your presence.

Luell: “..Shouldn’t you be catching your train?”