The scene outside the train was fleeting, leaving no trace.
The lowered eyes were lifted up and swept across the mess. They were incompatible with the hustle and bustle around them. Maybe it was the misty sense of emptiness and the inner peace that was nowhere to be found.
He thought of the words "You believe me" again. The sincerity and enthusiasm in the young man's eyes made him let go of all his guard, but the reality of the fading away was too hurtful.
Then let your love die in this hustle and bustle.
"You've provoked me and you still want to leave?
Concept: Two-way slow-burn plot