The sound of her heels resonated on the tiled floor and walls of the deserted underpass. Pulling the hood of her leather jacket further over her head she climbed the stairs to platform six of Rugby's train station. When she arrived at the top there was no one to be seen; every platform was empty and there were no trains in sight.
She pulled out her iPhone, caught a glimpse of the time; 22:33, a whole half hour until her train was due, before the light faded and the phone turned itself off. She had forgotten to charge it this morning and now her £500 iPhone was utterly useless. She stood in deadly silence waiting for her train to arrive, until a hooded figure strode onto the platform opposite hers. The figure stopped when it caught a glimpse of her and stared with intensity across the train tracks.
Suddenly a gust of wind whistled through the station, blowing the hoods off both of them. Green eyes locked with deep blue and shocked recognition appeared on both of their faces.
It was her! After all this time. Five years of unfinished business and there they were, just the two of them, alone at the train station. After what seemed like an eternity, the woman on the platform broke their eye-contact, turned on her heel and rushed down the stairs into the underpass; making her way to platform six.
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