The rain poured as Maya stood at the train station, her heart pounding with unspoken words. Across from her, Ethan held his suitcase, his eyes searching hers for an answer she wasn’t sure she had. He was leaving for a new job in another city, and she had convinced herself that love wasn’t enough to make him stay. But as the train’s whistle echoed through the air, she realized that some goodbyes should never be said. Just as he turned to board, she grabbed his hand, rain dripping from her lashes. “Stay,” she whispered, her voice barely louder than the storm around them. For a moment, time stood still. Then, with a slow smile, Ethan dropped his suitcase, pulled her close, and kissed her—because sometimes, love is about choosing each other, no matter the distance.
