There were police dotted strategically around the great open space of the station’s main hall, I skilfully negotiated my way through them as I walked deeper and deeper into the station (just in case).
I could see the ticket barrier in the distance, my heart started to race. Adrenalin rushed around by body. If this was going to be a trap, so be it. If I was going to be truncheoned on the back of the head and carted off to jail, so be it. There was a chance that I may see her again. In short, I would die for that.
I stopped dead.
She was there. She ran to me, I ran to her.
We kissed, we cried.
I have Sasha.
I have hope.
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