Whistle Of Fate

Part 1- The Fall

‼️Unfortunately I have to add this IMPORTANT note now to all of my stories. Today, October 3rd (which was supposed to be happy, with it being national bf day and season 3 of heartstopper released)
But I was told at least one of my books was, copied, stolen and put on another website.
Please be careful with other websites. But know that THIS is MY work. ONLY ON WATTPAD.‼️
My account is- Dakotahstacy3
Anything else is STOLEN!

Do NOT read it ANYWHERE else. STOLEN work is a CRIME. I will not take this lightly.
I've put my time, energy, heart and soul into my work.

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Now please enjoy this,

Train noises always calmed him.

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Stars gently sparkled through the night sky. The pitch black cut by the bright shining lights.
Flickering through the galaxy.

It was late. Later than your supposed to be up. While the crickets faded into silence.
Everyone was asleep. Even the little critters had hidden away for rest.

Yet he always seemed to stay when no one else did.
Something about the quiet of night calmed him.

Laying on the damp grass, mesmerized by the stars.
There was no movement or noise.
No life but him.

As time passed he laid awake at night. Every night.
Exhausted through the day but energized at night.
Almost as it gave him life.

Going back inside was dreadful. It didn't feel right to him. Yet he always found himself laying in bed, again.

Even though the bed was warm and comforting, it could never live up to the things outside.

There was one thing that calmed him enough to sleep. The gently hum of a train passing by.
Down the block was an old railroad.
No longer important, as it got older and wasn't needed.

But those nights when a train would pass, it calmed him. The faint sound of the wheels turning and the horn blowing. Something about it brought him peace.

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Some say the trains should be left to rust and the tracks pulled up. While others are set in their ways. Missing the old times before remote control cars.

But for me?
I like em.

The gently whistle brings me back, remembering those days spent out by the tracks. Or the quiet nights when there wasn't many lights.

There was a spirit in the tracks. One that would whistle and blow, flowing right through you.
Some say it was just a myth, but right there you couldn't miss.
How an energy roared up, thundering like wild horses.
Following a dusty path, along those railroad tracks.

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Asher's pov
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"What does that cloud look like to you?" Callum asked, breaking the silence.

We were at the train yard, as usual.
Callum loved trains and hanging out here at the abandoned yard. I'm not sure why, it's just his thing.

"Hmm. That one looks like dolphin." I said, pointing up at the fluffy shaped cloud.

"Yeah." He laid there quietly on the grass, resting his head on top of his arms.
Always mesmerized by the vast sky.