One Year After

"Honey!" my boyfriend's voice called out from the apartment living room. "Where do you want to put these boxes?"

"Uh...." I tried to understand the layout of the apartment that we have decided to move into. The divorce was messy, but it ended a few months ago, and I couldn't be happier.

I was dating my best-friend-now-lover, and he treated me like luxury.

"That side, buddy," I told him and he grunted before wiping his nose with a dirty hand.

I made a face and he caught sight of it, grabbing me around the waist to pepper my cheek with kisses.

Everything made sense. It took a while, but it did make sense.

I chuckled, my phone ringing from the kitchen. I moved away from my lover to answer it. It was my sister, now living the city life since she took my place. She seemed to love it and I cheered her on.

"Hey," she greeted and I hummed in response. "I'm coming over for Thanksgiving. I was wondering how many people are coming."

"A few," I answered when I could hear the sound of an announcement. "Where are you?"

"At the train station. My car broke down and I reckon it's faster. Some teen gave me their card, you know?" She giggled. "He had this bright orange hair. Maybe it's a rising business. Roleplay or something."

I knew who she was talking about and tried to hide my excitement from my voice.

"Is it called 'The Train of Life'?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's the one. What kind of cheesy name is that?" she murmured, and we both laughed.

"Try it out. It can't hurt, can it?" I leaned against the counter, and my sister agreed to give it a try.

"What does one say on the back of the card?" I asked.

"Mhm, some quote from Pinterest or something," she replied.

I asked her to read it out loud.

"Normality is a paved road. It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow. Huh. It's a quote by Van Gogh."

I scoffed, "Can Reality be any more original?"

"Who?" she asked.

"Nobody," I quickly replied.

"Oh, look. He's here. The orange-haired kid. Hey! Where are you taking me? I'll call you back, okay?"

"Wait!" I called out.

"If you meet Happiness, tell him this."

"Okay, but who is Happiness?" she asked. I knew she'd have to find out on her own.

The sound of a train approaching could be heard.

"Tell him that happiness has found its way back to me."

Then the phone went dead.

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