This was different because the train finally halted to a stop. I found myself surrounded by a garden with hilarious cartoon characters as statues embedded onto the ground.

I stood up, my knees feeling shaky from the fall when I followed the arrows and stepped out of the train, only to see a woman standing there with a shovel and bucket in her arms.

"Oh!" she gasped out loud, a hand going to ruffle her cotton candy blue hair. "You're here! You've reached the last stop!"

She was definitely more energetic than the rest, bounding towards me with her heels digging to a stop. She huffed her chest out and pounded her fist down two times.

"You. Are. So. Beautiful!" she emphasized and offered me her hand, almost dragging me towards the flowers that she seemed to have planted. "You must be our passenger for today. Poor you, you must be tired," she cooed.

I was silent, and the woman patted my cheek, causing me me to wince when dirt smeared across my skin.

"Is this the last stop?" I asked. She nodded eagerly, her bright smile almost blinding me. "What are you?"

"Oh no, why do you sound so defeated?" she whispered. "I bet the others played with you, didn't they? They asked you to guess? We decided not to do that! It tires out the passengers!"

She stomped her foot onto the ground before returning to her smile, leaving me even more confused.

"I am Love. I am all the good things rolled into one," she concluded, giving me a low bow. "Look around you, my beautiful girl. These flowers, these plants. You plant the seeds; they grow out of love and they wilt with none. Simple, isn't it?"

It was, I thought. She spoke so fast that I desperately tried to keep up.

My hand reached out to touch a leaf softly, the green rich and the many colors of the buds blooming magically to my left and right.

It was simple.

"A flower for you," she sang out, offering me a rose, but I yelped when she thrusted it into my hands. "Oh no! I'm sorry. I forgot it had thorns."

"How could you forget?" I exclaimed boldly, and her smile froze on her face.

She stared at me, and I gulped.

"That's... creepy."

"Yes, I know. Just... marveling at the way you spoke just now. Such a change, don't you think?" she asked. Shehe didn't wait for my answer. "Come now, follow me!"

She led me towards a cemetery.

"Come now!" she urged. For someone so cheery, she was impatient. I nodded, following her orders.

"Here, a shovel."

"I'm sorry. I don't understand," I voiced out, a frown forming. With the same creepy smile, she simply stared at me. "You have got to stop doing that."

"Many apologies. Smiling and staring is such a hard habit to get rid of," she said before motioning to the ground.

I stared at the ground, back up to her, then back to the ground.

"Dig," she said, pointing to the ground. "You must dig a hole and bury every bad thing I have ever thought about myself in that hole. Symbolic, don't you think? I love it!"

"Uh... Ms. Love?" I began.

She shook her head, motioning to the ground. I groaned and then started to dig, the female beaming at me.

It took a while, grunt after grunt and piles and piles of dirt.

Finally, the hole was ready.

"Beautiful," she whispered and when I straightened myself up, she brought her hand up to my head.

Strands of gold static moved towards her fingers and she sighed when she saw it.

"Let it go now, don't be shy."

I exhaled when I felt it, my body feeling lighter than it had ever been. The gold strings of magic were no longer gold but a dark black and I watched her tug it away from me. Her voice had turned soothing.

"Bury it, woman," she said to me. "After you do, forgive yourself for the things you feel guilty for. Forgive yourself for the things you're about to do. Choose to love yourself above all."

I watched the thoughts slowly melt into the ground and I grabbed the shovel, filling the hole with dirt. I wanted my thoughts to stay there.

I did not realize that I was crying, the heavy droplets of my tears seeping onto the ground.

"It's okay to cry," she said from behind me.

She let me cry over that covered hole of big black dark thoughts. She let me cry while I pounded the shovel onto the ground to harden the dirt, to compress it and never let it out.

Once it was buried, she told me it was time to walk away.

"Time to leave what makes your soul heavy behind," she said, pointing to the exit.

The gates by the cemetery had opened and beyond that, I could hear the train station so I walked towards it.

"Goodbye, my lady!" she called out from behind me.

My feet froze by the exit, and once again, the searing feeling of fear began to overcome me when I heard a breathless huff.

"Wait!" Courage's voice called out, waving to me while he tried to catch up. "Wait!"

When he reached me, he caught his breath.

His hand slipped into mine.

"Courage. To go back and face the outside world," he told me, and that was all that was needed for me to decide that I could make it. "It was a pleasure to have you on the Train of Life!"

I smiled, going on my way.

"Remember to live while you're trying to survive," he called out once more, "then everything will make sense!"

Make sense, it did.