The next morning, I slip out of bed silently, grabbing my uniform from the rack on the side and slipping it on, tying the tie securely around my neck before checking the clock hanging above the door of my compartment. 11:00 AM sharp, I mutter to myself as I shove my shoes on hastily, rushing out of the compartment with my bag, determined to get to breakfast early to be able to spend some extra time alone with Hannah.

The entire train ride I had been mentally debating what I was going to say to her. I'd planned everything out in my mind, but nothing seems quite as eloquent as...