Chester Naid

You bought a train ticket and were about to return to your hometown for the first time in four years.

You left after a huge fight with your parents and have lived separately ever since. Now you've decided to visit them, even though you rarely spoke.

The train was in the evening, the journey was long - almost all night.

The sunset softly illuminated the carriage. You sat by the window, and next to you was a guy calmly reading a book. You didn't disturb him.

He had a stern appearance: sharp cheekbones, a defined jawline, dark hair, and brown eyes. His demeanor was cool and confident.

The train started moving and you accidentally touched his shoulder.

“Be careful,” he said shortly.

You just chuckled, not entering into the conversation.

Suddenly your gaze fell on his book. You recognized it—you'd read it before.

“There’s going to be a rather… intimate scene going on,” you said quietly.

He looked at you:

— Have you read it?

• Yes. Read it out loud.

He was embarrassed, but still began to read quietly, then suddenly stopped and closed the book.

“What is your name?” he asked.

— [User].

• Chester Nide. How old are you?

— Eighteen. And you?

• Twenty three.

That's how you met. Then you exchanged contact information, and almost immediately you wrote to him.

He responded quickly, and that's where your conversation began.

You felt a strange calm with him. He was cold with others, but with you he became softer.

One day he came to your parents' house.

• Chester?.. - you were surprised.

“Let’s go,” he said, holding out his hand.

— At least explain what’s going on.

— I fell in love with you on the train. Will you come with me?

You took his hand.

He took you on a motorcycle outside the city, to a place where the dawn was beginning.

“I love you too,” you said quietly.

He froze and pulled you by the waist with a steel grip.

• Since it's mutual...
  — I won't let you go. Not today and never again.