The first time Elena saw him, the world shifted.
It wasn't just the way he looked — standing there at the old train station, a little lost, the sunset brushing gold into his dark hair — it was something deeper. Like two magnets recognizing each other after lifetimes apart.
She was late for her train, arms full of books and dreams she hadn't quite dared to chase yet. He was fumbling with a camera, struggling to catch the last rays of the dying sun.
Their eyes met.
And in that instant, something wordless passed between them.
"Need help?" she offered, stepping closer, heart hammering wildly.
He smiled, a little crookedly, as if he wasn't used to smiling much. "Only if you know how to fix bad luck," he said, raising the camera. "Battery's dead."
Elena laughed — that easy, bright kind of laugh she thought she'd forgotten after a year of routine and heartache.
"Maybe," she said, surprising herself, "you just need a better memory. Like this one." She tapped the side of her head.
He looked at her as if she were a secret he hadn't expected to find.
"I'm Leo," he said.
"Elena," she replied.
The train rumbled into the station, a loud reminder that life was waiting. But neither of them moved.
Because in that stolen moment, surrounded by the rush of strangers and the echo of trains, they knew —
Sometimes life doesn't wait. Sometimes it demands you to choose.
And Elena, for once, chose the wild, breathtaking unknown.