Nuestro Encuentro En El Ultimo Tren นิยาย & เรื่องราว

< Nina > “This is 12 Quartz Square Bound C Express train. The next stop is Dawn City. Stand clear of the closing door, please.” Just one more stop. I have been moving from one train to another and it’s the very first time I’ve been in many places. The last two trains I’ve ridden are packed with people like sardines in a tin. For the entire trip on this last train, I’ve been standing and holding the pole, while my other hand is carrying my travel bag. My hand is getting numb thanks to its weight.

----------------------Medellin, Colombia. -----------------------------Present day, 11:15am, Martinez's Villa. All I want to do right now is to take a shower, get myself comfy in my pyjamas and cuddle myself in my queen sized bed and hopefully fall asleep. We successfully got the Korean lady on the train to Cartagena. I made sure I lectured her on not trying to contact anyone and she understood. Things were easy. I explained why I did everything I did to Tyler.

Pillows. Everything I'd left behind, getting yeeted like trash. A whole vibe: 'Thanks for playing, don't come back.' Then came the grand finale—our wedding photo. There I was, standing all stiff next to Calvin, smiling like I didn't know better. That girl? Total stranger now. The frame hit the ground and shattered—glass everywhere. I took a breath, stepped right over the mess, and kept walking. Last night's rain had passed. So had mine. ***

Chapter 1: The Empty Car The last train of the night was almost empty. I sat alone in the dimly lit carriage, headphones in, exhausted after a long day visiting family. The city lights flickered past the windows as the train rattled along the tracks. At the next stop, a man stepped into my car.

“We still have many hours left on this train… and I’m nowhere near done with you.” To be continued

Lauren and I fell into a deep sleep. When the train was about to reach its final stop, Lauren looked reluctant to say goodbye. She took my hand and said, "George, thank you. You made me feel like a real woman." I held her hand and said, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever been with." When the train pulled into the station, Lauren and I said goodbye with heavy hearts. I knew this was our final goodbye. I would never meet a woman like her again. That train ride had been unbelievable. I wished time could have slowed down so that Lauren and I could have had one more night together.

All of it was over. I drifted toward the sunlight, toward the distance. The warmth fell across me, gentle and steady, without a trace of cold. I felt my body growing transparent, fading into the light, little by little. There was no pain. There was no sadness, only a boundless, quiet peace. I knew I was disappearing, disappearing from a world that had given me nothing but suffering, dissolving into the endless sweep of time. After this, there would be no more Tommy Lawson. No more the boy who had been broken by a behavioral correction camp, failed by his parents' blind conviction, and dragged down by his sister's inability to act.

So, I would keep on moving and strive just to achieve our goal; for the sake of all the students who were aspiring to bring the truth, we would fight and win in the end. I didn't realize that we were now at the train station. Upon opening the door, the noisy surroundings greeted us. Many passengers were carrying their belongings for their destination today. It may be at work, in the family, or many of them may also run away. "Someone has reserved our seat inside the train. Come on," Mrs. Roque called us. Silently, we followed her. We huddled with the crowd to get to station 6. "Here we go," I heard Chris whispered next to me.

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End