Walking out from the gantry, my eyes picked a familiar figure off the tens of beings moving steadily through the station. She was queuing at the ATM machine which I have probably used for over thousands of time by now. Just the back view, but was suffice for me to tell who it was. I was uncertain at first, but the bag, t-shirt and hair (well the hair looked a little different though) seemed a little too familiar, almost like it was a permanent fraction of my mind. & like the person I know, she was busily chatting with a guy, her friend I presumed.
I continued my journey without saying hi. & I do not know why. However, after walking approximately 20 steps from where I last saw her, I had this urge of seeing her 1 more time, 1 more second, a second that might have lasted forever. I turned back to until she was within my line of vision, not too close, but enough to trigger some memories. Of us that is. Then I let out an almost non-existent sigh, not of sadness but relief, before walking off. I think she is doing well. I think, because I did not ask. Or rather did not have the courage to ask.
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