I was trapped in the worst possible place; right here, inside my own mind… It was night, with the tracks and the rain against the glass. The train kept moving, and the hearts were still on board. In a dimly lit compartment, a silence had settled, a silence that carried weight; a silence that didn't speak, yet breathed. The journey felt as though it would last forever. The clock hands were in a rush. The station was drawing near. And I still didn't know how to step off from a person...