The city lights outside the train blurred into streaks of color as the Tokyo Metro sped through its final stops. Ellie sat by the window, her fingers trembling slightly as she traced invisible patterns on the glass. The quiet hum of the train, the soft murmur of the other passengers, all felt distant compared to the whirlwind inside her chest.
Earlier that evening, she had crossed paths with Ady — the boy she had loved, lost, and never truly forgotten. Their eyes had locked across Shibuya Crossing, two souls suspended in time. The words they exchanged lingered in her mind like a fragile melody:
"For the last time… I love you."
Her heart ached with the bittersweetness of closure and the unbearable weight of parting again. She wanted to believe he would find her someday, that maybe this was not the end, but somewhere deep inside, a quiet fear whispered that this might be their final goodbye.
As the train rattled smoothly along the tracks, Ellie closed her eyes, letting the memories wash over her. She saw flashes of laughter, the touch of his hand, the late-night calls when the distance felt unbearable. She remembered the fights, the silences, the pain of being apart yet still tethered to each other by an invisible thread.
Was it enough? She wondered. Was love really enough to bridge the gap between two lives so far apart?
The soft announcement of the next station pulled her back. She opened her eyes just as the train gave an unexpected jolt. The lights flickered, casting shadows across the car. A low murmur of confusion rose among the passengers. Ellie's breath hitched.
Suddenly, the train crashed violently, metal screeching against metal as the carriage shook from side to side. People gasped and grabbed hold of the seats. Ellie clutched the strap of her bag tightly, heart pounding wildly.
Her thoughts raced to Ady — was he safe? Was he thinking of her? Was this the end?
Miles away, in the vast, bright halls of Narita International Airport, Ady stood among the crowd. His boarding pass was holding tightly in his hand, with tension. The day had felt meeting Ellie, walking the streets of Tokyo together, sharing long-awaited words that both healed and reopened old wounds.
Ady's mind was a storm of emotions — hope, regret, longing. He had imagined this moment for years, but never like this — so sudden, so fragile.
A calm voice came over the airport loudspeaker, cutting through the noise:
"Attention all passengers. Due to a security alert, please remain calm and await further instructions."
A cold wave of unease washed over Ady. He glanced nervously around, eyes searching the faces of strangers, wondering if anyone else felt the sudden tension tightening in the air.
Before he could move, a huge explosion ripped through the terminal. Glass shattered, people screamed, and chaos erupted in every direction.
Ady was thrown to the ground, ears ringing, heart hammering with a fear unlike anything he had ever known.
His last thought before darkness claimed him was Ellie's name.
Back on the train, time slowed to a painful crawl. Ellie's world was a blur of crashing metal and screaming voices. The carriage twisted, bent, and tore apart with terrifying force. She was slammed into the side, breath stolen from her lungs, vision dimming.
In those final seconds, memories flooded her mind — every moment with Ady, every promise, every regret. She whispered his name, her voice barely a breath.
"Ady…"
And in the midst of the chaos, a strange calm settled over her.
When consciousness slipped away, Ellie and Ady found themselves in a place outside time and space — a quiet, endless field bathed in soft golden light. The sky stretched infinitely above, painted with hues of dawn and dusk intertwined.
She saw him first — Ady, standing just a few steps away, looking as real and alive as ever.
His eyes held a mixture of surprise, relief, and something deeper — a love that had endured beyond all odds.
"Ellie," he said softly, voice trembling. "Is it really you?"
She smiled, tears shining like stars in her eyes. "It's me."
For a moment, they simply stood there, the weight of years and pain lifted in this gentle space.
Ady reached out, taking her hand in his, warm and steady.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "For everything."
Ellie shook her head. "No… I'm sorry. For leaving. For not being strong enough."
He squeezed her hand. "I was angry. I was lost. I thought you gave up on us."
Her eyes filled with tears. "I didn't know how to fight. I thought letting go was the only way to save you.
He looked at her, searching her face. "But you were never a burden."
"I thought I was."
"No," he said firmly. "You were the reason I kept going."
They both laughed softly, the sound like a balm on old wounds.
"I wish…" Ellie started, voice breaking.
Ady shook his head. "Don't say it. We fought in our own way. We loved, even when it hurt."
She leaned her head on his shoulder. "I missed you."
"And I you," he said. "More than I ever showed."
They stayed like that, holding each other in the endless light.
"Do you think we'll ever be apart again?" Ellie asked quietly.
Ady smiled gently. "Not here. Not now."
Their hearts beat in perfect harmony.
Slowly, the golden light began to fade, replaced by the sounds and sensations of the real world returning.
Sirens wailing, shouting, rushing footsteps.
Ellie's eyes fluttered open to a blurry ceiling, the acrid smell of smoke filling her nostrils.
Her body ached, heavy and numb.
She blinked and saw blurred figures moving quickly, voices urgent but muffled.
Ady lay nearby, his face pale but peaceful.
Their hands still linked.
She smiled weakly, whispering, "For the last time… I love you."
And with that, her eyelids closed.
Outside, the city of Tokyo held its breath.
Two lives, intertwined by love and fate, had ended on the same day — one beneath the rails of a shattered train, the other in the chaos of a falling plane.
"Love is the most twisted cursed of all"-Gojo Saturo
The End