"Save me" she baffled as she wept her tears into his shoulder,
"Help me" "Save me" "Love me"
He, not knowing of what he was doing, silently held her, placing his chin upon her auburn hair and softly murmuring "I love you. I will always love you. Don't forget me." And he left during that foggy night, when the cold train whistle blows on a November moon into the black sky of shadows.
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