Have a look at people, at a bus stop, a subway, an airport, and a train station. People are on the move for various reasons, unknown to others but perhaps important to themselves. they share a brief moment together while waiting, then go somewhere - elsewhere. i was curious of these strangers and their motivations, because i was on the move, too, for a reason or another, and had to imagine a way to fill the emptiness. This is a fiction about a girl. She is going to the station and take a train. You hear her footsteps. You follow the track of her thoughts. You follow her trails, she is about to conquer lost love. You have already heard this kind of story before and you know how it will end. though, if fiction is a way to invent a meaning in meaningless actions such as moving from a place to another, or being obsessed with some individual(s) for emotional reason, this is a work of fiction.