a man looking out the window of a train

**The Last Train**It was a cold autumn evening when Maria rushed to the station, the final train of the night was due to leave in ten minutes. She had missed her earlier trains, each one slipping away like the fleeting moments of a life half-lived. But this one--this last one--was her final chance.Her suitcase, heavy with regrets, bounced against her leg as she hurried down the platform. Her thoughts were a blur, a mess of unfinished conversations, unsaid words, and broken promises. She had told herself she would leave. The city, the memories--everything she knew--was a weight she couldn’t carry anymore.As she reached the train, she saw a figure standing by the door. It was an older man, with silver hair and a tired smile. He was watching the stars, unaware of her presence. His calmness seemed to soften the urgency in her chest, as if he had been waiting for her all along.“Going somewhere?” he asked, without looking at her directly.Maria paused, then nodded. “Yes. Away.”The man nodded too. “We all leave event