The light of the last train
The last train stood quietly at the station—yellow lights washing over the platform, only a few passengers around.
Arko noticed a girl sitting at the edge of a bench, checking her watch again and again.
Five minutes left before departure.
He gathered courage and asked,
"Are you waiting for someone?"
She smiled softly.
"For myself."
Arko didn't understand.
She continued,
"Six years ago, I said goodbye to someone at this very station. Tonight, I've come to take myself back."
The train whistle echoed.
She stood up—tears in her eyes, but peace on her face.
As she walked away, she said,
"Some people never return… but we can."
The train began to move.
Arko felt that this night had taught him something he would never forget.