The fields blur as the train runs past them, and so the memories that are fleeting away from his mind.
Her red hair and gummy smile.
She felt like a haunting dream, and as the train stopped at the last station, he knew.
He's on the threshold of moving on.
It's best he moves on if there's no hope of them reconnecting again.
But sometimes fate does have it's way.
Yeah...fate does work in unpredictable ways, and there are sure things that are better off left in the past.
Btw, thanks for the comment..♡
To move on isn't easy but once the mind is made up it can be achieved
If he really wants it, then he can...but surely it will take time.
Thanks for the comment ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
This has the bittersweet feeling of remembering/having to forget someone for our own good.
I'm glad you felt that way also, because I do want readers to feel how sad and happy that crossing was for him. It's letting go and entering something new...so yeah, it really ought to be bittersweet.
Thanks for stopping by (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧