Clickety-clack…

Clickety-clack… clickety-clack… clickety-clack…

The sounds were absorbing the inside atmosphere of the classic train running into somewhere. Someone stayed in the compartment enjoying the scene outside the window. The others were engaged into useless exchange of words. And someone just existed inside that dead piece of heavy machinery.

He was none of them. He was… who was he, really?

The man was sitting in his compartment alone. He didn’t pay attention to anything that was going on and no one would pay attention to him. He was sitting alone with his frozen heart in the left hand, squeezing it like that was the only hope left in the whole world. He was thinking about something, when there was a knock at the door – deaf, determining knock. At least he thought like that.

- May I come in? – the woman asked.

- Yes… well… as you wish… – he answered with a bit of confusion being undesirable to pronounce any word.

A moment of silence captured the compartment and it seemed like there were only them in the whole universe. Something was bothering him: she was so familiar. Her voice sounded somewhere, her look was following something, her stature – hell, her stature seemed so his, so everything that he ever wanted. Who is she? Who is that extremely familiar but so unknown woman? He had to know, he had to ask, and he had to gather all his emptiness to fill his curiosity: who that woman was.

- Do you know me? – the man asked.

- I do. We met on this train, - with abandon answered the woman.

- When? I do not remember you. When did we meet?

And extremely comfortable silence filled a compartment for a very short moment.

- It was years ago… the same train, the same direction, the same siting position. You were always here, sitting with your frozen heart.

- You must be mistaken. It’s my first time traveling in that train.

I guess, he would shout at that moment if he could, but he was still empty. The conversation continued with the explanation provided by calm and peaceful woman’s voice.

- 2nd of July, 2016, almost 3 year ago. You were here waiting for your woman who broke up with you. You were alone. You were desperate. You were dying. Actually, that’s why she left you, because you were dying.

- And did I? Did I die?

- Yes, on this very place. You asked me to come to you every time and fill your loneliness.

- And why am I holding frozen heart? And who are you? Are you my death?

- I guess your heart is a symbol of how you felt that day, when your woman left you. And me? You’ll get it soon. Don’t be in rush while having all the time in the Universe.

- Well… I don’t feel anything, and I don’t remember anything but I want to thank you for filling my loneliness.

- Hmm, honestly, I think it was my punishment.

- Punishment? To stay here? To come here every time to me? If you are a death, how can you be punished?

- I wish you could remember me… I wish I didn’t have to tell that story anymore. You had no idea, but that day, I was running to you – to apologize. I thought I was flying, I thought there was just me, and I thought that I will manage… and I kinda managed, since I’m with you. I did manage to catch that train, but instead of being inside – my life was given to the rails. But, hell… I still managed.

I managed to catch you here...

17th of October, 2008 - we first met being alive. And it was 2nd of July, 2016 when our dead souls were bonded together.

I’m your woman – the one who abandoned you…

I’m your loneliness – the one who keeps you company…

I’m your death – the one brought us together forever…