That autumn day, just when the train was following its tracks under the tunnel into the mountain, with the crispy leaves brushing against the half-open windows, is exactly when she realised her life had changed.
They were playing card games in an almost empty wagon. Their laughter echoed in the wooden cabin. It was the sound of sincere joy.
She was gleaming all over. His eyes reflected her happiness. That innocent pure love of life that belonged to a child. He made her happy.
It was then she realised she was in love. And that would inevitably change her forever.
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