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Arthur hated train stations. Such places of travel, movement, and yet sorrow. Never had Arthur found for himself a joyful moment in a place such as this.

True, the train was a momentous invention, the great steam engine driving the British Empire's power further and making travel faster: but too often, the very wheels that turned the Empire, carried the people he loved away, never to be seen again. He remembered a moment of watching his mother and sister fade into the distance, left alone at a looming frigidness of a prestigious college, taken away on that fateful train. Two days later, he cried himself to sleep with a fragment of the newspaper, Train crash leaves no survivors.

He remembered playing with some of the few friends he'd made, playing around, running over the train tracks to the shops while missing school. Laughter. The almost deaf one stopped, bending over to tie his shoelace, didn't hear the shouts or the piercing whistle - gone. Never to laugh again, and Arthur remembered thinking that it was a mess.

Another whistle panicked him, telling of a train about to move fates and destinies. He looked up mournfully, drowning in the blue skies under that hat, bright eyes that watched him thoughtfully. Alfred, a piece of sunshine in his grey life, a speck of worth in Britain. London had become a prison for Arthur, a framework holding his life together - without it he would fall to pieces. But no cage could have held Alfred; who was obsessed with the idea of freedom, and ambitions. He wanted to fly free of the smog to cleaner and clearer air. He took the crack in the cage, to soon escape.

Steam whirled around him, and Alfred leaned out the window, looked down the platform, then back at Arthur. Asked him to send luck with him to America, land of the free. Arthur, numb, nodded, and as another whistle went, tears streamed down his face, and he leant forward to press his lips to Alfred's, sealing Alfred's fate.
Never to be seen again.

Torn apart, the conductor leapt upon the train as it began to move, taking yet another loved memory, and leaving Arthur alone once more.

He hated train stations, and what they did to him.


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