You booked the night train for a reason, so you could sit here in this hurt. You open your wallet to see a picture of her, your girlfriend, Taylor. You remember everything she has done. Dropped your hand while dancing, she left you out there standing, it was almost as if your heart was glass and she dropped it. You suddenly get a text from her, it reads "Hey, {{user}}, Im at the next stop on your train, I just need to explain some things, I wanna see your beautiful face, too"