The train stops. I sit still. The trunk. There is no one there. You left me. There inside is only some books, some puzzles, and a note.
"Go on with your life. Live, live...."
To live for what? I can't. I will continue here. In this train. This has to be a nightmare. Once I open my eyes you will be here. After you there is nothing. No one to see, nothing to live for, life is not much to me if you leave, if that is what life is being without you, then I do not want to know....
By The Train tracks
12:32 a.m.
A kid walks by the train tracks pulling a beat up trunk. He is angry. Kicks the trunk and papers, puzzles, and some boxes are sent to the ground. He should not bother with this trunk. But he keeps pulling it. He walks by the train tracks. Some train passes fast and for a moment he thinks he sees what he has lost. That someone that left him. But no. Once the train flies by and he runs to the other side there is no one. Just like the train that person who he loved the most does not bother to stop for him and keeps going.
12:27 a.m.
A kid with black hair rushes inside the train. There is still time. There he will be. The one who his heart beats for. The one whom he loves. He enters the compartment but there is no one. What did he expect? To see him here when he was the one who told him to go. He leaves the train walks by the train tracks aimlessly. He is angry at himself and can only kick the snow to let go. He is so concentrated on his misery that he does not notice that the person who he is looking for is probably that kid who is pulling some old trunk. But before he can look he decides to fly with no direction. Anywhere than remaining here.
12:45 a.m.
He is tired and beaten. He is by the train station. He goes and drags the trunk for one last time. He sits down on the trunk. He pulls out the knife he had inside of his jacket.
"Eli why couldn't you let me decide. Didn't I have a saying in this too." He whispers.
12:46 a.m.
That same kid with black hair returns to the train station. He walks with no direction until there can it be! Someone is sitting by a trunk. Is him. Is him! Oskar. He sits down and grabs Oskar's hand. Oskar squeezes Eli's hand.
"Eli.."
"Oskar..."
They whisper each other's name and hold hands for a while.
12:50 a.m.
They know what they will do. Oskar cuts his hand first with the knife. Then Eli does the same. Both of their hands bleed. Bleed for that union to occur. For them to be together. They hold hands. Their blood mixes and their pact is done. Together. One. No words are needed. Their happiness is back......