She sat on the platform, waiting, each train that stopped felt wrong. She sat hour after hour as the trains passed, some stopping, some not, each carrying its load of passengers on to destinations called out by the platform tannoy.
A part of her mind that still functioned wondered if the tannoy system was speaking directly to the trains, directing them, instructing them, telling them where to go. She smiled inside at the childlike quality of the thought, but only inside. It had been a long time since she had smiled anywhere but inside.
She waits, patient as the grave, quiet as time passing. From the first train at 06:45 to the last at 11:45 she waits, each day the same, each outcome the same, she leaves as she arrives, alone.
He had seen her every day for five years, waiting. They never spoke, he never felt it was right to, but he missed her when she was gone….