Through love, through pain, through sorrow, and through happiness I will stay.
I make my way across to him, following him as he carries my luggage. I attempt to start a conversation but I think better of it. Runaways like us need to be more careful.
We are sorrounded by crowds of people, all scurrying to find their mode of transport. Ours is to take the train. We're not planning to be gone for too long...
