The last train [ one shot ]

The last train

Perth stood at the platform, the icy air biting into his skin. Midnight was fast approaching, and though the station was bustling with movement, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just him and Chimon.

Chimon's small suitcase sat beside him, a painful reminder that everything was about to change.

"You don't have to go," Perth said, his voice low and trembling.

Chimon didn't meet his eyes. He was fidgeting with the strap of his bag, his gaze locked on the ground. "I do, Perth. This... this isn't working."

"Why?" Perth's voice cracked, his frustration spilling out. "Why isn't it working? What did I do wrong?"

"You didn't do anything wrong," Chimon whispered, his voice breaking. "It's me. I'm the problem."

Perth stepped closer, desperation creeping into his every movement. "Don't say that. Don't put this on yourself. We're good together. We're happy."

Chimon finally looked up, his tear-streaked face shattering Perth's heart. "Are we, though? I feel like I'm constantly dragging you down, Perth. Like I'm not enough for you."

Perth grabbed Chimon's hand, his grip firm but shaking. "You're everything to me. I don't need more than you. I don't want more than you."

The sound of an approaching train broke the moment, its horn slicing through the tension like a knife.

Chimon pulled his hand away, taking a step back. "You'll be okay without me. You're strong, Perth. You'll find someone better—someone who won't question if they're enough for you every second of the day."

"That's not fair," Perth said, his voice thick with emotion. "You don't get to decide what's best for me. You're the only person I want, Chimon. Please, don't do this."

But Chimon had already turned toward the train as it pulled into the station. The doors slid open, and he stepped inside without looking back.

"I love you, Perth," he said, his voice barely audible as the train began to move. "But sometimes love isn't enough."

Perth stood frozen, his heart shattering as the train disappeared into the night.

A Month Later

Perth hadn't been the same since that night. He went through the motions—work, friends, life—but everything felt hollow. His friends tried to cheer him up, but no one could fill the void Chimon had left behind.

One rainy evening, Perth found himself at the same train station, sitting on a bench with a cup of coffee in hand. The sound of raindrops hitting the roof above him was soothing, though it did little to ease the ache in his chest.

He was about to leave when a familiar voice called out, "You always hated the rain."

Perth froze, his heart pounding as he turned around. There, standing a few feet away with an umbrella in hand, was Chimon.

"Chimon?" Perth's voice was barely above a whisper. "What... what are you doing here?"

Chimon stepped closer, his eyes full of a mixture of fear and hope. "I made a mistake, Perth. Leaving you was the worst decision of my life."

Perth stared at him, his emotions warring between relief and lingering hurt. "You left because you didn't think you were enough for me. What's changed?"

"I realized I was wrong," Chimon said, his voice trembling. "You never made me feel like I wasn't enough. That was all in my head. I let my insecurities ruin something beautiful, and I've regretted it every single day since."

Perth stood, his coffee forgotten on the bench. "Do you mean that?"

Chimon nodded, tears filling his eyes. "I love you, Perth. I never stopped. And if you'll have me, I swear I'll never leave again."

For a moment, Perth said nothing. Then, without another word, he closed the distance between them, pulling Chimon into a tight embrace.

"You idiot," Perth muttered against Chimon's shoulder, his voice thick with emotion. "I never stopped loving you either."

The rain continued to fall, but neither of them cared. In that moment, everything felt right again

For a moment, Perth stood frozen, his emotions a storm raging inside him. Relief. Pain. Anger. Love. They all collided as he stared at Chimon, drenched from the rain, his cheeks flushed from the cold and his tears.

And then, without thinking, Perth stepped forward. One hand gripped Chimon's arm, the other cupping his face. "Don't ever leave me again," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Chimon barely had time to nod before Perth closed the distance between them. Their lips met in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was raw, desperate, and filled with everything they hadn't been able to say in words.

Chimon's bag fell to the wet pavement with a soft thud as he grabbed onto Perth's jacket, pulling him closer. The rain poured around them, soaking their clothes and dripping from their hair, but they didn't care.

Perth deepened the kiss, his hand sliding to the back of Chimon's neck, holding him in place as if afraid he'd disappear again. Chimon responded with equal fervor, his fingers tangling in Perth's shirt, clinging to him like a lifeline.

When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, their foreheads rested against each other. Perth's thumb brushed over Chimon's cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

"I'm not letting you go again," Perth said firmly, his breath warm against Chimon's lips.

"You won't have to," Chimon replied, his voice barely a whisper but filled with certainty. "I'm home now, Perth. With you."

Perth smiled—a real, genuine smile that he hadn't felt in what seemed like forever. And then, unable to resist, he kissed Chimon again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him, the feeling of being whole again.

Around them, the rain continued to fall, but in each other's arms, it felt like the sun was shining.

MY FIRST ONE SHOT STORY EVER
I hope y'all like it🫶🏻