Two figures stood at the platform of the train 2-B. Both avoiding the fact that this train was tearing them apart inside and out.

She held on to him tight. Breathing in his scent for what probably was the last time.

"I can't believe this is all coming to an end." He finally spoke. Clearing his throat in the process.

"It bites." She spoken in a tear filled voice. He let out a slight chuckle remembering her old quote from high school.

He planted a kiss on the top of her head, and started smoothing out her hair. A tear fell from his face and landed on the top of her head.

She looked up at him, tears falling freely from her face, She brought her face to his and brushed her lips slightly against his. He kissed away the tears on her face, and brought her close to him again

"I love you. I'm never going to stop." He said, in a shaky voice.

She brought her face closer to his chest and muffled "I don't want you to stop.

A whistle sounded from the train telling the passengers to get onboard.

She pulled away from the embrace and looked up at him with the most painful look in her eyes he had ever seen.

He bent his head down to hers and firmly placed his lips over hers. She pulled him closer to her never wanting the kiss to end. It was a kiss full of sadness and pain, but it was the only keeping them together at the moment.

They broke away and placed there foreheads together.

"Bye" He whispered.

She only nodded. She couldn't find her voice, it was as if it was stuck in her throat.

He pulled away and held on to her hand until there arms couldn't reach anymore. She watched him get on the train. She watched him put his bag in the compartment above the window. She watched him gaze out the window as the train pulled away from the station. And the last thing she remembered watching was a tear fall from his face. She reached out her hand to whip it away but he was already fading off into the distance.

She managed to unglue her feet from the spot they were at, and walk to her car. She walked her car and turned on the radio and pulled onto the highway. Tears trickled down her face as she listened to the lyrics to song.

So you're leaving
In the morning
On the early train
But I could say everything's alright
And I could pretend and say goodbye

Got your ticket
Got your suitcase
Got your leaving smile
Oh, I could say that's the way it goes
And I could pretend and you won't know
That I was lying

Because I can't stop loving you
No, I can't stop loving you
No, I won´t stop loving you
Why should i

We took a taxi
To the station
Not a word was said
And I saw you walk across the road
For maybe the last time, I don't know

Feeling humble
Heard a rumble
On the railway track
And when I hear the whistle blow
I walk away and you won't know
That i´ll be crying

Because I can't stop loving you
No, I can't stop loving you
No, I won't stop loving you
Why should i

Even try
I´ll always be here by your side (why why why)
I never wanted to say goodbye
I´m always here if you change, change your mind

So your leaving
In the morning
On the early train
But I could say everything´s alright
And I could pretend and say goodbye
But that would be lying,no

Because I can´t stop loving you
(can´t stop loving you)
No, I can´t stop loving you
(I won´t stop loving you)
No, I won´t stop loving you
Why should I even try
Because I can´t stop loving you
(can´t stop loving you)
No, I can´t stop loving you
(that´s all I can do)
No, I won´t stop loving you
Why should i
(why should I)
Why should i
(tell me why)
Why should I even try

She cut the radio off as she pulled into the driveway. She went into her house and instantly felt a feeling of emptiness wash over her. She walked into her room and reached far under her bed.

She pulled out her old scrap book with green and orange writing on it. She traced the title 'Memories' with her finger then flipped open the book. The first pictures were of marching season during her freshman year, she turned about 10 pages into and was greeted by her sophomore year. The year she met him.

There were pictures of them in there uniform together, and helping each other in there uniforms. There was one she liked in particular. It was him with his tuba and her clarinet his arm was around her and she was leaning against his shoulder. Looking happier then ever.

She remembered the day she met him. It was the week of the first football game….