melting snow [Fyolai]

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The train station guide has announced the boarding of the next train to a desired destination at about 2:23AM. Fyodor gathered his bags in his stiff, frost bitten hands. The gloves he had on were not doing much to keep the body heat inside, instead releasing it into the harsh winter air.

He looked up at the train arrival board and took a double take at the train number he was supposed to board. With a single release of his precious hot breath, he went ahead and got in line.      It wasn’t long until he got aboard the train. The line moved quickly as the people rushed to get inside and warm up. Many elderly people needed rest, mothers desired to feed their sick with cold children. An average night in this (former) town of his. The train hall extended on forever; yellow lights illuminating the aged, wood lining of the walls and the stained, red walkway carpet that he knew oh so well. Fyodor turned in the tight space to his left and looked at the door number. It was an economy version, usually with 4 beds meant for 4 people. He was not excited to spend the night in a crammed space with strangers, but exhaustion was biting at his mind and he no longer had any care left.As soon as he opened the sliding door

(which took a good 3 pushes from himself) a whiff of mildew and old faux leather hit his nose. How nostalgic, he thought. The cabin was fairly dark, it seemed that the cheap light above the window was long broken. He did not look around at the beds, instead sat down at the first available one to his left and packed away the bags. This late at night, formalities and greetings at strangers you won’t see in the morning were not necessary. After he was done taking off his winter boots and put on a pair of prickly wool socks, he moved his tired legs onto the bed and went to lay down. However instead of a cheap, flea filled pillow, his head and shoulders ended up laying atop another person.

⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙ Still too small.

Anyways (⁠つ⁠✧⁠ω⁠✧⁠)⁠つ i will post the next chapter today.