She stood on the platform with her suitcase. This was going to be a new beginning, she thought as she shoved her hands deep into her coat pockets. The heavy thing was a gift from her last boyfriend, the one she had just left sleeping in bed.
She couldn’t stay anymore. She was restless, a free spirit, she didn’t want to be tied down. When she woke up in the middle of the night she knew it was time to go. She packed her things quietly, wrote him a note and left.
The headlights on the train lit up the platform and the icy, still, air burned her lungs. Maybe somewhere warmer this time, somewhere near the beach.
Yes. The beach sounded wonderful. She settled in the carriage and watched the doors slide shut. Another end to a chapter of this life, a content one, a time she would look back on fondly while she was tackling her next adventure.