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Disclaimer: I don't own Race, but I own the others.
The train had long ago departed. A few passengers were standing around, waiting for their
carriages to arrive, but other than that, Grand Central Station was uncommonly empty. Racetrack
sat alone on a bench, staring at the tunnel where he last saw Kelly's train disappear, and fingering
the thin gold chain which he had so fondly carried around with him for months after they had
ended their relationship. He had just never had the right time to give it to her.
"I knew I'd find you here." A girl's panted voice softly said from behind him. He slowly
turned his head.
"She's gone." His voice crackled, most from exhaustion and sadness. The girl sighed.
"I know." Mel came and sat down next to him on the bench, placing her arm across his
shoulders gently.
"I'm sorry, Race." He didn't look at her, but turned back to staring at where Kelly's train
had disappeared.
"Why'd she do it?" He said after a long pause. "Why'd she not wanna be wid me?" Mel
stared at him, at his sluggish appearance, pale face and broken-hearted stare, and couldn't help
wondering the same.
"Listen Racetrack," she began. "There are many paths life can lead us. Her path just...
turned in a different direction, that's all." He didn't look away from his stare after the long-gone
train.
"She said she loved me. If she loved me she wouldn't 'ave left wit 'im." A single tear
welled in his eye. He tried to wipe it away before Mel could see.
"She loves Mr. Kensington in a different way. It's- not the same as with you." She said,
handing him a handkerchief.
"Yeah, that guy's dough would be enough to make anyone fall in love wid 'im, the damn
high-brow," he snorted sarcastically. Mel looked at her friend with love and sympathy.
"I know, it ain't right. But ya never know, maybe there was somethin else..." Mel
shrugged.
"Think I'll ever see her again?" He said, blowing his nose on her decorated kerchief.
"If it's meant to be, it'll happen. Maybe your paths will cross someday." She sighed. "But
right now, you need to get up, wipe your eyes, and get on with your life." She slapped her knees
and stood up. He sighed.
"I'm gonna miss her pretty bad."
"I know. It'll be kinda rough in the beginning. But I'll help you through it." He looked at
her for the first time.
"Thanks for bein' dere fah me, Mel."
"Anytime, Race." He stood up and together they walked out of the station, heading for
home.
Disclaimer: I don't own Race, but I own the others.
The train had long ago departed. A few passengers were standing around, waiting for their
carriages to arrive, but other than that, Grand Central Station was uncommonly empty. Racetrack
sat alone on a bench, staring at the tunnel where he last saw Kelly's train disappear, and fingering
the thin gold chain which he had so fondly carried around with him for months after they had
ended their relationship. He had just never had the right time to give it to her.
"I knew I'd find you here." A girl's panted voice softly said from behind him. He slowly
turned his head.
"She's gone." His voice crackled, most from exhaustion and sadness. The girl sighed.
"I know." Mel came and sat down next to him on the bench, placing her arm across his
shoulders gently.
"I'm sorry, Race." He didn't look at her, but turned back to staring at where Kelly's train
had disappeared.
"Why'd she do it?" He said after a long pause. "Why'd she not wanna be wid me?" Mel
stared at him, at his sluggish appearance, pale face and broken-hearted stare, and couldn't help
wondering the same.
"Listen Racetrack," she began. "There are many paths life can lead us. Her path just...
turned in a different direction, that's all." He didn't look away from his stare after the long-gone
train.
"She said she loved me. If she loved me she wouldn't 'ave left wit 'im." A single tear
welled in his eye. He tried to wipe it away before Mel could see.
"She loves Mr. Kensington in a different way. It's- not the same as with you." She said,
handing him a handkerchief.
"Yeah, that guy's dough would be enough to make anyone fall in love wid 'im, the damn
high-brow," he snorted sarcastically. Mel looked at her friend with love and sympathy.
"I know, it ain't right. But ya never know, maybe there was somethin else..." Mel
shrugged.
"Think I'll ever see her again?" He said, blowing his nose on her decorated kerchief.
"If it's meant to be, it'll happen. Maybe your paths will cross someday." She sighed. "But
right now, you need to get up, wipe your eyes, and get on with your life." She slapped her knees
and stood up. He sighed.
"I'm gonna miss her pretty bad."
"I know. It'll be kinda rough in the beginning. But I'll help you through it." He looked at
her for the first time.
"Thanks for bein' dere fah me, Mel."
"Anytime, Race." He stood up and together they walked out of the station, heading for
home.