"Hudson, come to Adenville train station. I've come to see you."
The voice sounded familiar, as though I knew her, but she didn't say much before hanging up.
Puzzled by this sudden call, I took the day off and headed to the train station.
After an hour-long ride, I arrived at my destination.
Watching the crowd, people immersed in their phones or queuing to board, each person seemed busy heading off to their own unknown future.
I tried calling back, but there was no answer.
As the automated response kicked in, I found myself chuckling.
It was ridiculous. Just because of a call from a stranger, I dropped everything, spent an hour getting here and wasted both time and money. And for what?
For a moment, as I stared at the information scrolling across the screen, I felt an urge to buy a ticket. Where to didn't matter. What mattered was escaping.
As long as I could leave Adenville, anywhere would do.
The thought of staying or fleeing spun around in my mind. I stood there, envying the travelers with their luggage. Some off to enjoy life, others heading to work to make a living.
But what about me? I didn't know.
They were all venturing into the unknown, but at least they had a destination. I had none.
"Hudson!" I turned around to see Sylvia standing there.
I couldn't remember how long it had been since we last met, but seeing her again, there was a strange sense of unfamiliarity.
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