AN: I might contuine the story but who knows. "That dream that I had back in my teen years are long gone. That silhoutte of her is nothing but a thought. I wish I could see it again. That colourful sky, painted in an orange hue." Two people had the same dream every night. A train station, engulfed by the sunset. Lazy nights spent talking and lauging beneath the star filled sky. But will they ever meet again?