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I'm sure you can narrate better thrillers!

"Call me foolish, but I still believe in happy endings and fairy tales," I smiled.
"Happy endings, fairy tales. It's so ironic, isn't it?" she mocked.
"Life taught me to look at the brighter side of things," I countered.
"Let's not get into an argument," she stood up to leave.
"You're leaving?" I inquire.
"My local is at 7:45. It's 7:37 already," she hurried.

7:43 PM;
Overcrowded platform I looked around, but couldn't find her amongst the heavy crowd.
*Announcement regarding the train*
I could hear the faint honking of the local from a distance, people around me became more alert now. The train slowly arrived and halted. Commuters got on and off the train. I kept searching, but in vain.
The train starts to move, it picks up speed gradually, and it's gone. Pin drop silence for the next few minutes.
"And I woke up," I tell the psychiatrist.
"I am sure you can narrate better thrillers," he smiled.
"But this is what happened to me doctor!" I exclaimed, irritated.
"Okay, so here's what we both know. She died the same night in an accident while crossing the road. You ended up searching for her at the railway station, but couldn't find her. I know about the ring that you carried too,” the doctor said.
"It’s been 7 years now, his condition doesn't seem to improve," my mother wiped her tears.
I lay on the bed.
"I know you're out there somewhere, waiting for me on that very same crowded platform," I thought to myself.

I close my eyes again, the same scene replays.
7:43 PM;
Everything seems to be the same, like always.
My heart beats fasters this time. I can hear the train entering the station in the background, suddenly, I spot you.
Staring into my eyes, you smile.
This felt like a dream for the first time in all these years.
I walk up to you, kneel down and pull out the ring from my left pocket.
I cannot hear all the commotion, all the perspiration. Everything stays still.
"Will you marry me?” I ask.
You blush, put your right hand forward and smile, "Do it fast, the train is arriving"
I wake up, again.
I smile at the doctor, "This is my last visit. Thank you"

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