Niles had been acting conspiratorial the whole morning. He kept going to the head of the train, where he made suspicious phone calls.

Blair was too focused on Wesley to spare any heed to him.

After twenty-three long hours of travelling, they were finally about to reach their destination. Niles walked back, grabbed Blair by the wrist and led her close to the window.

“Look! We're almost there!"

Blair was confused by Niles' dramatic reaction. She was fully aware that they were almost at their destination. But Niles seemed to be overreacting.

"Calm down, pal," she told him with a small Laugh.

But Niles couldn't stop himself. He was on his toes with excitement.

"You're asking me to calm down now, but very soon, you will not be able to calm down either."

Blair thought that he was talking about the time when she would meet

Wesley, so she asked, "You said we might not be able to see Wesley. Why do you sound so certain now?"

“That's not what I meant. Just sit here and wait. Do what I say, okay?

You're about to find out."

He was acting very weird. But she did what she was told. Blair sat by the window and stared out.

Within two minutes, the train began to suddenly slow down.

But since it was nothing unusual, Blair didn't pay much attention to it.

By now, the previously fast-passing scenery outside had become quite clear. That was when Blair spotted a figure standing on the platform ahead.

When she saw the firm expression on the man's face, her heart thumped in her chest. ‘Wesley?’ she thought, unable to believe her eyes.

The train was moving slow enough for her to get a better Look. As she came closer to the man, Blair was sure that the man in the green uniform was indeed Wesley. She lurched to her feet in excitement.

Wesley, who was gazing into the distance, suddenly turned his head towards her as if by some power of telekinesis.

Their eyes met, and neither of them could look away.

As Blair tried her best to contain her emotions, Wesley slowly Lifted his right hand, kept his fingers together and saluted her.

Despite all her efforts, tears streamed down her cheeks defiantly.

‘Wesley, you're amazing! I love you with all my heart and soul.*

At that moment, someone in their car played a song on their phone.

“For you, I would rather turn into a stone by the end of the world, with your name engraved in my heart. For you, I would rather be a butterfly, trapped in my own cocoon, like my never-ending longing for you, even after so many lives have passed. I keep seeking and reincarnating.