Morning light made everything look smaller, but not softer. The station doors opened, and the cold air felt like a second chance pressed against his skin. The memory of red and blue reflections stayed with him, not as drama but as a quiet, permanent boundary. He drove differently after that—not out of fear of punishment, but from the sober knowledge that some mistakes don’t offer a ride back to start.
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