The station was a skeleton of iron and glass, humming with the transit of thousands of souls who weren't him. Elias stood by Platform 4, his coat collar turned up against the damp chill. He checked his watch. The train from the coast was late.
Elias took a step forward. The distance between them was only twenty paces, but it spanned twenty years. Dias AtrГЎs
He thought about the "dias atrás"—the days, months, and decades that had accumulated like dust. He realized then that time isn't a straight line; it’s a circle we walk until we find the courage to step off the path. The station was a skeleton of iron and
"Dias atrás," he whispered to the empty air before reaching her, "I thought I was fine." "I thought I was fine."