Passing Trains
Description
We live our lives like trains travel –
in a hurry and always on the move, although periodically making frequent stops here and there. People board these trains and come into our lives, some get off and exit, and a few never seem to really leave. Regardless, the trains continue- following schedules, heading towards the next stop. It’s a set, stable course – although we may not know where we’re headed, we know we’re going to end up in our final destination, whenever we get there.
Sometimes our trains start at the same station, but travel completely different paths, winding along their own way. Tracks run opposite, parallel, and at certain times even cross – the cars meeting up at small, minor intersections in their courses. And when it is time to pull in to that last station, the trains may miraculously find themselves together once more, touching at the same single stop.
Let me tell you a story, dear reader, about two of these trains.
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Foreword
“They took the midnight train goin’ anywhere…” – Journey, "Don’t Stop Believin’"
Genre: friendship; slice of life; (eventual) romance – but I almost never write specifically for one limiting genre so this won’t be limited to only hugs and kisses. There won’t be much of that, actually. I’m aiming for a flavor more bittersweet.
Notes: Inspired by the sad but lovely crackship that is Hyonew, the dear OTP that led me to this vast world of kpop and fanfiction. I also may or may not have been influenced by the anime movie 5 Centimeters Per Second.
The fic takes place in a timeless era: it could be the present, it could have been the past, it could even be something that will happen in the future – there really is no set period I’ve deemed for this.
This story is a second attempt at this, but will probably end up being very different. (I’ve decided on a proper theme, hooray!) Though I’ve mapped out the general course of events, there’ll always be bumps in the specifics – I’m sure that there may be a few things to come up that will surprise me more than that will surprise you readers. Truthfully I’m a bit insecure about the story – it most likely won’t turn out to be the work of art I wish it will be, but I hope it’ll turn out to be an enjoyable read nevertheless.
Thank you, and enjoy.
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We travel in such privileged luxury –
assured of our safety, confident in our ability to reach the destination – that we often forget how easily we can be derailed. In all actuality, one little thing – one invisible bump – can make us spiral out of control. And then is when our very beings become flooded with intense fear, passion, worry, zeal, despair. Brakes will screech, lights will flash, horns will roar - sensations become more violent than we’ve ever imagined.
When the day comes that we should hit that bump and hurtle across the tracks, I hope that I’ll still be able to see you at that last station.
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