I saw that young beautiful man reading his book in English. I didn't want to disturb him, but I was curious to death just to be able to see the title of his book; The History of.... Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to find it out, for it was time to get out. In the crowd, I could spot his direction easily. I walked behind his silhouette not noticing that I was walking in the wrong direction.
I fell under the train and I died. Died after my dreams.
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