“If there was an answer, he’d find it there.”
The train tracks stretched on for miles, far beyond the horizon and expanding past visibility. The cold gray water lapped against the edge of the platform, and thunder crackled in the dark clouds above, blanketing the sky like a thick woolen cover. Yet the young adventurers looked on with determination, the prospect of their journey stretching ahead as far as the tracks lay. The question itself was not difficult to ask, it was within the answer where the true mystery laid. This was their purpose, their reason to move forward through all potential disaster and dismay looming ahead. Along every inch of the track lay fragments of their lives, their history; the laugh of a child at play, the whimpers of an injured knee. And beyond that promises of the future, good or bad; a soft touch of lips for the very first time, track marks running along a barren arm, needle punctures gaping like fish to beg for just one more hit, the sweet innocent looks exchanged between lovers. All things that would be, could be, the things they’d fight to prevent. The gentle caress between two hands as one life departs from another, the blood of an innocent man running in rivulets down flesh not near its time, gentle understanding smiles. Along these tracks stretched everything they would ever know. And it was at the end of these tracks where the true mystery lay.
At the end was their answer.
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