A shorty story with a less jarring epiphany. For context Elsie is a woman on the train. And there is a second woman on the Platform.

“Remember me” Her beloved waved at her. Steam blew forcefully out of the top of a slick heavy train car. The silhouette was placed in the window of the train car. “Remember me!” She shouted again. The steam continued and a whistle blew. The conductor shouted a muffled sentence and the wheels chugged pulling the rattling train along the rusted tracks. “Remember me.” The woman in the window shouted again. Smiling and waving about without a care in the world. On the concrete busy platform below, a woman waved back. “Remember me too.” She shouted blowing a kiss as the silhouette caught it and held it to her heart. The train screamed at both women as the it lurched forwards. The woman on the platform was no longer smiling as she was previously. The train was slow so she had just this brief moment in limbo.

She thought back to the first moment her beloved had told her to remember her. The night they had met while on the arms of two military men they would never see again. The woman in the train window stopped waving now, Reading the expression of the woman on the platform. “Remember she?…The woman you told to remember you” the lady yelled from the Platform loud enough to turn heads from around. “I will always remember her and you will too” she paused dropping her bag to catch up with the woman in the train window. “But why remember her dear? I don’t want to just remember you, I want you to remind me of you every day for all days we can.” She began to run as the train sped up. The woman from the train window looked so upset that she disappeared from sight. “PLEASE, ELSIE. REMEMBER ME REMEMBER ME” she collapsed to her knees on the platform and was shot rude looks from passersby’s. Especially the gentlemen in suits on their way home from travels. “Oh Elise I’m so sorry I should have never let you go like this” the woman on the platform muttered in tears. In desperation. But the woman from the window was gone. And she knew she was gone. But she was not just gone, oh no. No she was much more than gone. Because Elsie had died. And the woman on the platform understood this now. That Elsie had not left on a trip, she had left for a stationary voyage that she would never end. The woman on the platform mearly dreamed that she had gotten to wave good bye on a train. Or even been on the train, away from the retched town where her beloved was taken from her so soon.

She could not bring herself to leave the town.

Her knees strained and she pulled herself up. “Come home,dear. Please don’t leave and forget me” She turned to see a broken silhouette made in her own mind, a mind desperate for the silhouette to be real. “Elsie, I will never forget you, I’m sorry I tried leaving.” She spoke softly and took the arm of the woman who did not exist. “Let’s be on our way now.” They woman on the platform picked up her bag, arm in arm, with nothing but air. And walked home alone from the train station as she had since Elsie had passed. And as she would until she would pass as well.