Disclaimer: This 'fic was inspired by my sequel to the Real World: Angel Grove. However, this is not the sequel. This is just simply my way of two friends saying their goodbyes. Therefore, I do not own the Power Rangers or the series the Real World – these belong to Saban International Entertainment and Bunim-Murray Productions.
They sat there together waiting for their train to arrive. They couldn't believe the day had finally come. The day they'd have to say goodbye.
As they sat there, one was glancing at the scenery she was going to leave behind; the other sat there gazing at the people.
They seemed quite as their bags sat gently next to the bench.
He broke the ice by talking to her as they sat at the waiting station.
"I guess this is it," she said as sat next to him. "I can't believe it."
"Don't say that," the male voice said. "You'll write, right?"
The young woman nodded and sighed.
The train was about forty-five minutes away and it was arriving at a city that they called home.
All the sights, the sounds, and all the people, the girl would miss. Everything was perfect – until now.
Forty-five minutes later…
"All aboard! The train to Orlando departs in five minutes," the conductor shouted. "All aboard!"
Tears rolled down her face as she heard the conductor holler to the up and coming passengers.
"Ma'am, do you have your ticket?" The conductor asked the young petite woman.
"Yes, I do," the young woman handed over her ticket. "Here you go."
"And you sir," The conductor asked. "Do you have a ticket?"
"No," the young man replied. "I'm just saying my goodbyes."
The conductor understood and nodded.
The young woman boarded the train as tears continued to fill her eyes.
"Wait! Wait!" The young man screamed.
He chased her down before the train could leave.
"It's not over," the voice screamed. "It's still not over!"
He pulled her by her shoulder and kissed her.
The young woman kissed back as tears continued to roll down her cheek. He thumbed her tears away from her face and kissed her again.
"I got to go," the female voice said. "I'll miss you so much."
She kissed him again and boarded onto the train cart.
As she took her seat, he placed his hand onto the window where she placed hers.
"Don't cry," he mouthed. "I'll be here for you."
As the train started to leave, his hand faded away.
"It's still not over, Kimberly Ann Hart," the young man spoke. "We'll see each other again."
As his face faded away into the midst, she pulled out his picture.
"Thomas James Oliver, it's not over."