The Hybrid Chronicles - A collection of short stories

The light at the end of the tunnel. Its an incoming train.

Did this for a writing challenge. The image the image generator gave me was a women sitting on train tracks, and the challenge was to write in second person. This is what came afterwards. Enjoy.

You stare through your window at the train station. You've been contemplating this for a while. You want a way that gives you time to change your mind, because no matter what you say, there are people who love you. Your ex, you broke up with him a week ago because he was being a cunt. Your parents, they never understood you being non-binary though. Most of all, your friends, you bonded over DnD and they'd probably be extremely sad if their dungeon master died.

But you have to do this, your life has gone to shit recently, and its simply the easiest thing to do. It seemed so obvious. You stand up and walk outside to the train station. You sit down in the middle of one of the rails, wondering what went wrong.

Someone sits down beside you, you ask them what they're doing here. They seem to not have noticed you. They smile sadly and say "The same thing you're trying to do." They seem nice enough, so you try and figure out a topic to start a conversation with. You always struggled with social interactions;

You ask them for their pronouns, they respond with "Any pronouns. I don't really mind." You nod and the silence continues for a bit.

"So what were you doing before you came here?" They ask, breaking the silence.
You respond, saying, "Playing DnD with my friends, it's been the only escape recently, after the entirety of my life has gone to shit."
"DnD is fun. It's become an escape of sorts to me as well recently." They respond, whispering. As if they couldn't believe they were actually doing this.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" You ask, asking yourself more than you're asking them.
They don't respond. They seem to be asking themself the same question.
"I- I don't know." They confess, death was scary after all.

You take a deep breath. Even though your life has gone to shit, you don't need to kill yourself over it. Your life isn't completely gone right now, you still have a chance. You decide it's time to get up, but first, you ask the stranger if they want to come with you.

"Hey- Do you wanna ditch this whole plan and get coffee with me? You seem cool enough"
They nod, and both of you stand up, but then, you hear the sound of an oncoming train, not having enough time to react, you both get run over, the end.

Depressing, I know.