Shared Location

Torn between two choices, she waits on the platform. Destination unknown. Which direction will her life take?

Her heart does not hesitate. There is room enough for two. It beats for both just as fiercely. That’s where it feels right: two loves in harmony, side by side.

Reality is ruthless. The split, running from one to the other. Again and again. Over and over.

Her glowing heart, blood fizzing with love through her veins, is overshadowed by guilt. Again and again. Over and over.

Her feelings are as pure as fresh-fallen snow. Her behaviour that of a thief in the night. As if her truth wears two faces.

She doesn’t want to choose. She cannot lose either of them. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone. Yet she does.

So she lets a train decide. She will travel toward her future on the next one that arrives.

The platform remains silent. On the tracks, no trace of a train. Inside her, a matching silence settles in until she almost forgets where she is, and why.

She startles. Her phone vibrates like a warning arriving too late. She doesn’t look, afraid of more confusion.

I have no choice anymore, flashes through her mind. She senses the truth approaching even before she sees it.

Movement to her right pulls her attention. She turns to look — and freezes. Her world falls still. As still as the platform.

Her heart, so full of love, contracts with fear. The unthinkable unfolds. He — and the other he — are walking straight toward her. Her shared lovers, guided by her shared location.

For a second she holds her breath, as if that could still keep the men at a distance.

She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out. Only the whistle of the train pulling in.

The train approaches. So does the truth.