Resonance of time.
It had been 20 years. While she sat on the chilly bench outside the railway station, she glanced at the abandoned staircase where they last met. She wasn’t sad, but there was this sense of incompleteness. Once in a week, she sat in the same place looking at the same staircase. Not hoping that he would come, but for the joy that she got just by strolling down that memory lane. He was special, different and caring. The last time they met, he tried to kiss her, but she pulled away. It didn’t hurt him, because he knew she was going through the same pain as he was. She could still see the 20 year old him, running away in a hurry to catch the next train. She wanted to stop him, but she didn’t. All his life he whined about being this little guy who no one cared about, and this was the time he could have changed that. She, more than anyone else wanted that. She had a smile when he left, a smile which was full of love but so full of loss. The fear in her did not reflect a bit in that smil...