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She was standing at the departure platform and looked to the ground. Cold wind blew around her, but she barely felt it. A voice announced that the train would arrive six minutes later.

It didn't matter, nothing mattered anymore. She looked upwards, at the big clock hanging from the ceiling, saw the clock-hand jerk forward, with every second passing. It had started to rain.

She looked around; there were a lot of other people at the platform. They were listening to music, talking to each other, reading a book, some were even laughing. Others just stood there waiting impatiently. A young couple were holding hands, kissing each other. Again she turned her eyes to the ground.

She felt like crying, but the tears did not came. She wondered if she had wept too much lately. The voice announced that the train would arrive shortly. She looked to the right, could see the lights in the distance, growing bigger as the train rushed to the station.

She took one step forward to the border of the platform. Time slowed down, it felt like an eternity until she did the second one, then a third, stepped over the warning line at the ground, standing directly at the border. Her eyes were still fixed downwards, seeing the polished train-rails glitter, a small pond where the water from the rain had gathered into a small puddle. She looked to the right, the train was near, she could already feel its vibration.

Her body jerked as if struck by lightning, when she felt a bony hand on her shoulder. She whirled around. It was a an old man. He was small, his face looking like a wrinkled cloth wrapped around a skull. Thick eyeglasses made his ancient eyes bigger then they were. His head was covered by thin remains of white hair. He opened his mouth, some teeth were missing. "Excuse me Miss, what time is it?"

She felt the shockwave as the train rushed past her back, the wind pushed her half a step back from the border of the platform. She looked at the clock on the ceiling, but as she opened her lips the words were stuck in her throat. She had not spoken anything for nearly a week. She coughed and said "7:58" in a low voice.

"Thank you ... my eyes are not so good anymore, i can barely make out the clock-hands ... 7:58 ... then there is still more then enough time left" he answered with a smile, and entered the train with the other people.

The doors closed, and shortly afterwards the train set into motion again. She was still standing at the platform, looking at the ground, but into opposite direction to the rails. After remaing there unmoved for some minutes she took a step away from the border. Then another. And another. Each one faster then the one before. She was running down an out of order escalator and was leaving the station. She had no umbrella, no coat. Raindrops flowed down her face, mixing with warm tears.

Description
She was standing at the departure platform and looked to the ground. Cold wind blew around her, but she barely felt it. A voice announced that the train would arrive six minutes later.

It didn't matter, nothing mattered anymore. She looked upwards, at the big clock hanging from the ceiling, saw the clock-hand jerk forward, with every second passing. It had started to rain.

She looked around; there were a lot of other people at the platform. They were listening to music, talking to each other, reading a book, some were even laughing. Others just stood there waiting impatiently. A young couple were holding hands, kissing each other. Again she turned her eyes to the ground.

She felt like crying, but the tears did not came. She wondered if she had wept too much lately. The voice announced that the train would arrive shortly. She looked to the right, could see the lights in the distance, growing bigger as the train rushed to the station.

She took one step forward to the border of the platform. Time slowed down, it felt like an eternity until she did the second one, then a third, stepped over the warning line at the ground, standing directly at the border. Her eyes were still fixed downwards, seeing the polished train-rails glitter, a small pond where the water from the rain had gathered into a small puddle. She looked to the right, the train was near, she could already feel its vibration.

Her body jerked as if struck by lightning, when she felt a bony hand on her shoulder. She whirled around. It was a an old man. He was small, his face looking like a wrinkled cloth wrapped around a skull. Thick eyeglasses made his ancient eyes bigger then they were. His head was covered by thin remains of white hair. He opened his mouth, some teeth were missing. "Excuse me Miss, what time is it?"

She felt the shockwave as the train rushed past her back, the wind pushed her half a step back from the border of the platform. She looked at the clock on the ceiling, but as she opened her lips the words were stuck in her throat. She had not spoken anything for nearly a week. She coughed and said "7:58" in a low voice.

"Thank you ... my eyes are not so good anymore, i can barely make out the clock-hands ... 7:58 ... then there is still more then enough time left" he answered with a smile, and entered the train with the other people.

The doors closed, and shortly afterwards the train set into motion again. She was still standing at the platform, looking at the ground, but into opposite direction to the rails. After remaing there unmoved for some minutes she took a step away from the border. Then another. And another. Each one faster then the one before. She was running down an out of order escalator and was leaving the station. She had no umbrella, no coat. Raindrops flowed down her face, mixing with warm tears.