11:47 PM.
The station was almost empty.
Only an old loudspeaker kept repeating in a broken voice —
"Last local… last local…"
Meghla stood on platform number 3.
She knew — she shouldn't take this train.
Yet, somehow, every Thursday she came here.
She didn't even fully know why.
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Three years ago, at this exact time,
she stood here…
But she wasn't alone.
Ayan stood beside her.
He had said —
"If someday you can't find me, still come here on Thursday night… I'll be waiting."
Meghla laughed,
"Do people really wait at stations after disappearing?"
Ayan didn't reply.
He just kept looking at her.