Arthur sat by the window, watching the street scene outside rush by. The subway sped through the dark tunnel, emitting a steady rumble.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He clutched a yellowed old photograph\u2014a team photo taken five years ago. Back then, he and Elena had been close colleagues, pulling countless all-nighters together and landing the company\u2019s biggest project of the year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Back then, they thought things would go on like that forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Until that rainy night, when the company announced the layoff list. Arthur\u2019s name was on it, while Elena\u2019s was on the promotion list.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Arthur,\u201d Elena said to him in the empty office, her eyes shifting nervously. \u201cI had no choice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Arthur said nothing; he simply packed up his things in silence and turned to leave. They hadn\u2019t seen each other or been in touch since.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, Arthur works as an ordinary employee at a small company, leading an unremarkable life. As for Elena, he\u2019d heard she\u2019d become a rising star in the industry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The subway pulled into the station, and Arthur followed the crowd out of the car. He glanced up at the station sign and suddenly froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The next stop was the very station where Elena\u2019s company was located.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As if by some inexplicable impulse, he didn\u2019t get off but stayed seated, watching the station names flash by one after another outside the window. He didn\u2019t know what he was hoping for\u2014perhaps he just wanted to catch a distant glimpse of that once-familiar figure, to see if she was doing well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the train pulled into the next station, Arthur finally got off. He walked out of the station and looked at the bustling street before him, his heart filled with mixed emotions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just then, he spotted Elena.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dressed in an elegant business suit, she was stepping out of a luxury car, flanked by several assistants. She looked even more mature\u2014and even more radiant\u2014than she had five years ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Arthur instinctively tried to step aside, but it was too late. Elena\u2019s gaze swept across the crowd and landed right on him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As their eyes met, time seemed to stand still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A flicker of surprise crossed Elena\u2019s face, quickly giving way to a complex expression. She hesitated for a moment, then walked toward Arthur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cArthur?\u201d Her voice trembled slightly. \u201cIt\u2019s been a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Arthur nodded and forced a smile. \u201cIt\u2019s been a long time, Elena. Are you\u2026 doing okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d Elena said, lowering her head, unable to meet his gaze. \u201cAnd you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine, too,\u201d Arthur smiled. \u201cJust in a different place, living a different life.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The two fell silent for a moment, the air thick with awkwardness and distance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2026 I have to go. I\u2019ll be heading out now.\u201d Elena broke the silence and turned to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWait.\u201d Arthur called out to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elena stopped in her tracks and looked back at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Arthur pulled the old photo out of his pocket and handed it to her: \u201cHere, I\u2019ll give this back to you. After all, we went through so much together.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elena took the photo and looked at her younger self in it; a glimmer of tears flashed in her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThank you, Arthur,\u201d she said softly. \u201cThank you for everything you did back then\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She didn\u2019t finish her sentence; she just gave Arthur a deep look, then turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Arthur stood where he was, watching her retreating figure, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of relief welling up inside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He turned toward the subway station, ready to head home. Just then, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He looked back\u2014it was Elena.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She ran up to him, out of breath, holding a business card.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cArthur, wait!\u201d She pressed the card into his hand. \u201cHere\u2019s my new number. If you\u2026 if you\u2019d like, we could\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Arthur looked at the business card in his hand, then at Elena, and suddenly smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, thank you, Elena.\u201d He shook his head. \u201cWe\u2026 have no connection left now that we\u2019ve parted ways.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With that, he turned and walked into the subway station, never looking back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elena stood where she was, watching his back, and tears finally welled up in her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As for Arthur, the moment he stepped onto the subway, a sense of unprecedented relief suddenly washed over him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He finally understood that some people from the past are destined to remain only as memories. True letting go isn\u2019t about forgetting, but about accepting it with composure and moving forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The subway pulled away slowly. Arthur leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Outside the window, the sunlight was just right.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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