Ariadne stood on the platform and waited for her last train that would bring her to the final station. Rose’s letter rustled quietly in her hand. Slight, beautiful, calligraphic letters trembled on a fairly moderate wind.
She re-read the letter thousands of times, peered into each one, as if they had conspired and concealed some of their truth. Truth about what Rose felt at the last minute of his life. Ariadne was waiting for someone to tell her that this is a joke - a very unlucky, peculiar humor, and believed that somebody will show somewhere behind the closed door. And behind them Rose just hid somewhere around the wardrobe and wait until Ariadne finds her. Although it is clearly known - the searches are useless.
There is no wardrobe, it's just her imagination, the ghostly feeling of the past.
Her thoughts were dispelled by a loud signal of train. No, she was not going to sit in it. She even did not know where it was going. It was unnecessary. Now the world is only shimmering shades of white, the former ones.
She promised Rose not to throw tears and hold on all this time. What you will not say about the soul. Totally broken, impoverished, left to fate and is already ready to go - immerse yourself in nothingness.

Ariadne did not believe in the existence of paradise. Recent events just convinced her more than that. No, Rose does not wait for her there. Beloved gone. Ariadne also did not want to be. Nowhere. That was the choice.
Train station platform was empty. She deliberately chose this time. Last evening train in the middle of the everyday life. Rose is angry ... would be angry, knowing that the beloved is still afraid of strange eyes. She is afraid to look into the eye, because she knows that she will see herself there. Eyes are a mirror of the soul and the best way to find out the truth. But it didn’t hae any sense for her.
However, only now she come to the conclusion that bring a lot of damage. She never wanted to attract too much attention. But two days and everything will be forgotten.

- Girl, do not stand in the aisle. Yes, there will be people going out there. You will interfere with them.
Does it seem to me? Ariadne was sure that no one except her was on this platform. But behind her there was a little woman who showed the girl a step away. Ariadne did as she was asked. She thought she had to apologize for the difficulties, but it was not that she really wanted to do.
The push of the wind in the back made it known that it was too late. The train was on the brakes and was already in front of the place where the girl was only going to step, the door appeared. They cracked with a faint grin.
 The carriage of the train was empty. The girl was completely confused and already thought to go inside.
- Wait a minute.
The woman stood in front of her, as if they were able to miss the group of people, who were going out of the carriage. The train breathed out loudly - the squeaky hiss was coming from under the platform.
- Now you can go.
In the light of the car Ariadne saw the gray hair of the unexpected company. A strange glance and a cheerful smile.

- Sit down, but with me. Surprisingly, today we are the only passengers of this train. Previously, there was such a tumble. I do not like silence. Strongly oppresses. Come on, do not be ashamed.
The girl decided that she would not lose anything and listened to the instructions again.
- How is my cat there? A whole day without food, hope it does not do aning awful. Why do you keep your way to Liechtenstein?
This is a place, where Ariadne should now go. Why she did it? Probably because of hopelessness and despair which settled in her heart for a long time, all her life.
This is desperation  - something, that eats us from the inside, takes away all the light feelings and gives emptiness in the soul.
- I want to see my relatives.
- Oh, maybe I know them? The town is small.
- No, you do not.
- Well, as you will say. I am so inpolite. My name is Margaret.
- Ariadne.
- Nice to meet you.

The silence was light. Half a smile was an answer, Ari did not know how to support the conversation. She did not want to share her story with a completely strange person, and the girl thought that the difference in age is too great. There was nothing in common between her and the woman.
There were no new passengers. The girl had already thought of leaving this carriage but at that moment the train began to move.
All the ideas were destroyed today. As her life was recently destroyed. The life of an angel who could not bear all the burden of this world, the difficulty of problems and the lack of acceptance of society.As her life was recently destroyed. The life of an angel who could not bear all the burden of this world, the difficulty of problems and the lack of acceptance of society.
- Tell me your story. I see you have something to tell. The way is not close. Tell me how did you get on this platform?