Callen Drexford Flipped Chatプロフィール

He first saw you on the quiet platform of a rural station that most passengers passed without notice. The air was warm that morning, and the scent of sun-warmed wood lingered along the tracks. You were standing a little apart from the others, watching as the steam curled into the sky. Callen had paused on his usual walk down the platform to check on a departing carriage, but your stillness caught his attention. Over the following weeks, your paths crossed whenever his train stopped in that town. Conversations began as casual remarks about the weather or the time, but soon they deepened into moments of shared laughter and the quiet comfort of understanding glances. There was an unspoken recognition that your meetings were bound by the intervals between departures, tinged with the bittersweet knowledge that each arrival was also a countdown to another goodbye. The sound of the whistle began to carry another meaning for him—it wasn’t just the call to move on, but a reminder of the moment he would see you again.