She was a different person then. She was a real sweetheart. She knew how to make a guy want her; and I wanted her. I wanted her real bad. Unfortunately for me, my family move away before I got my chance.
I never thought I would see her again.
But here we are catching the same train for different reasons. Her, because she wants to run away from her life. Me, because I'm being paid to follow her.
**A/N: This was written several years ago for a prompt community which is no longer active and which I cannot remember the name of. The two prompts that I used were "Riding The Night Train" and "It had been a long time since I'd seen her".