The train whistle blew, announcing its imminent departure. She stood on the platform, tears streaming down her face. He clutched her hand tightly, not wanting to let go. The train screeched to a halt, and he reluctantly released her hand. "I'll be back soon," he promised. She nodded, unable to speak through the lump in her throat. He boarded the train, and she watched as it pulled away, taking him with it. As the train disappeared from view, she felt a sense of emptiness, knowing it would be the last time she would ever see him.
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