I have no choice… but to stare at two lines that will never intersect. Two lines that go in the same direction, and reach the same destination. She’s fine with that. After having enough time to think about it clearly, although it might be reckless, I should have forced myself to cross and maybe miss the train by a hair. The limited express trains no longer run through here anyways, and aside from the 7 rapid service trains passing through here a day, there’s only the local trains. I guess there are less people in a hurry nowadays. Even I still haven’t found the way to my destination.

“On the opposite side.”