Chasing the Subway Platform Ghost of My Crush

Chasing the Subway Platform Ghost of My Crush

I woke up late for work, sprinted to the subway, and realized I’d left my phone at home. In the tunnel, the lights flickered and a woman in a vintage coat appeared at the far end of the platform – she looked exactly like my high school crush, but her eyes were a soft, glowing amber, like she’d been lit from inside. She called my name, and I felt a tug in my chest, like a memory pulling me forward. I tried to catch up, but the train doors kept sliding shut just as I reached them. I turned around, and the platform stretched impossibly long, turning into the hallway of my old apartment building, the one where we used to sneak out to the roof. I could hear her laugh, echoing off the cracked tiles, and for a second I thought she’d hand me a key. Then the lights buzzed, the hallway dissolved, and I was back on the platform, holding my empty pocket.