What followed next in that dark carriage changed how I view late-night travel forever. Some conversations aren't meant to be repeated, but I still think about that train ride whenever it rains.
Never sit next to a stranger in a quiet carriage when the lights go dim. Especially if they whisper something youβre not supposed to hear. A thread π§΅π
My heart skipped. Every rule of common sense told me to move to the next car. Instead, I turned my head slowly, looked right into his eyes, and whispered back: "Prove it.