Ferryman chapel 1
Huge raindrops slowed down and rushed, chaotically knocking on the white iron roof of the station, announcing their arrival. Dylan sighed and buried his face deep into his thick winter coat, trying to warm his frozen nose as hard as he could. She felt her feet go numb, so she stomped her feet on the cracked cement floor to keep her blood circulating. She stared sullenly at the smooth, black railroad tracks strewn with bags of potato chips, rusted Pasteur's Diet soda cans, and the wreckage of broken umbrellas. The train was already a quarter of an hour late, and she had arrived ten minutes earlier in a hurry. Now, she had nothing to do but stand here staring at the rails in a daze and feeling the heat dissipate little by little.
As the rain grew heavier, the stranger next to him was completely immersed in the horrors of the bloodthirsty murder in the free tabloids and wanted to continue reading in vain. But the roof was difficult to shelter from the wind and rain, and the dense raindrops fell on the newspaper, exploded, spread, and the ink finally became a smudge. The man muttered quietly, folded up the newspaper and clipped it under his arm. He looked around, looking for new pastimes. Dylan quickly looked away, she didn't want to be polite to strangers.
What an unlucky day. God knows what was going on, her alarm clock didn't go off, and it got worse and worse after that. (To be updated)
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