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The Final Goodbye We Never Wanted to Say

As I stood on the platform of Paddington Station in London, the cold chill of the early morning air clung to me like a second skin. The clamour of the station, the occasional chime of an arriving train, the muffled chatter of travellers, all seemed distant. My heart was heavy with an emotion I had been avoiding for weeks, the final goodbye.

In the midst of the bustling crowd, my eyes found hers. Emily. Clad in a burgundy coat, her golden hair cascading down her back, her face a mixture of love and sorrow. Our years of friendship had been a tapestry of shared dreams, laughter, tears, and comfort. Now, all that was about to change.

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