when the werewolves collide

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Y/N'S POV
And so it began. A new life, a new beginning. There is nothing stopping me now . Time to put the past behind me and nor repeat the same mistakes. I hope that the time frames will go back to normal at some point. Looking at the landscape outside the train widow is relaxing. That's how I released how fast the train travels . Now Beacon Hills was far away, I can't even see the houses now. We are far in the forest now, a few minutes from the first destination. I let my mind wonder as I look in the distance admiring the tree line. The thick green trees , that now are turning orange sign of autumn replacing summer. Now the warm wind turns into a more chill one , not as cold as winder but you can feel the chill bliss running in your lungs.
Autumn must be one of my favourite seasons. The nature is not full of life like it is in summer, not as refreshing as the start of spring but neither as dead as the heart of winder. But I will be honest with you winder is the best season for me. Not because of the dead trees or the sleeping animals but of how peaceful it is outside. How relaxing feels when the snow silently falls in night . The cold wind feeling my lungs, heating my face and making me feel numb . The feeling of sitting in front of the fire while there is a snowstorm outside and you are all caudled up in your fuzzy blanket with that one special person and you just want live in this moment for ever . It feels like the time stops, like it's just you and them in this wold and nothing else matters.
As the train comes to a stop many people gather their things and get up to leave. All them have someone waiting for them in the other side of the train wall, all then in a hurry to meet their loved ones, many of them grow anxious as they approach the exit . I can hear their hearts, every single one, smell the anxiety that rises in some of them. But every single one them has the same thing in common. The impatience. The impatience to see the familiar faces after a long time. The impatience to feel that one special person hugging them, feel their lips brush against theirs and feel like in the world is just them. Go home and cuddle in their fuzzy blanket.
As they leave my eyes set one a woman not much older that me, she smells differently from the others .
"Are you anxious?" The words leave my lips before I even think of the sentence
W: a little?
Y: something special behind the exit door?
W: I guess you could say that . She says and looks at her feet
Y: Well you should not make them wait longer then
W: yeah you are right . She says and acts as if to leave but her legs wouldn't move like they were buried in the ground.
Y: everything ok?
W: yeah it's just that ..... that I haven't seen him in a long time and I am scared he has changed
Y: why would you think that
W: I don't know I just ..... do
Y: Well I am sure he is the same person he was when you left
W: you think so?
Y: yes! You should get going tho cause the train will leave in a few minutes
W: Yes you are right, thanks
Y: no problem
This time she got up and left. After a bit a heard her scream from excitement and moved to the window across me to see what happened. There they were, her and him kissing and hugging like there is no tomorrow. Then she turned to the train and looked at me with a smile and waved . I waved back with a node as the train stared moving and I went back to my sit.
The next few hours went by really slow, every stop was the same drill and me wondering in which one I should get off , if the place I chose was the right one . I fell deep in my thoughts.
What snapped me out it , a few hours later, was the catch of a familiar scene. I looked up trying to find the source, the sense was familiar but not too familiar in the sense that I would smell it every day. It was familiar in a sense that I had smelled it enough times before to recognise it. My eyes searched the room and found one of Monroe's hunters . I rolled my eyes as I deepent my sit and zipped my coat further up to try and cover my face . He did not seem to recognise me "good " I thought. He was getting ready to leave anyway. He was from the few people left.
After a few hours the train came its final destination and my destination. I got off still not sure if I made the right choice. I got off and exammed the station, as if I was looking for someone , waiting for my person . But that person would not come because I have not found them or I thought I did and here I am alone in a train station wondering weather or not to call the only person I know here . I am not sure that they will pick it up , after all we have not talked in a while . Maybe they do not want to see me , maybe they do but they do not want to be the first one to call or maybe they do not even remember me . The last option seems the one furthest from the truth given the fact that we did talk a few weeks back or was it day? Maybe hours? I am not really sure
"Y/N you are here" a familiar voice said and I turned around to see them