My Tiny Tales: Metro.

The old man stood next to the platform and looked to the approaching train. 

He was alone in this world, old and diseased. 

He walked towards the train as it approached, walking right next to the platform edge. 

He wasn’t there to take his life. 

He was there to make sure no one took their own, like his son had.

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