I miss my grandma.

The train station is crowded, and feet fall heavily over the platform. The rain falls heavily, too. I hate the fall; it's too wet and cold. The train station is crowded.

The train arrived. The train left. I missed the train.

A shrill sound - the phone rings.

"Hello?"

A short pause.

"She's what?"

A deafening pause.

"Oh."

I hang up the phone.

My palms are sweating and my vision blurs. The train station is crowded. Another train arrives. Another train leaves.

The phone rings.

"Hello?"

A voice buzzes in my ear. "Aren't you coming?"

"No."

The voice buzzes. "Why not?"

"I can't see her like that."

A heartbreaking pause.

The train station is crowded and the rain falls heavily. I sit for a while. The station empties and the air feels dead.

I missed my grandma.