Just a little extract I wrote for class, titled "Saying Good Bye"

She stared at the crackling microphone, her only link to those people.
Those people whose fate was to die.
No one could stop that train. In one mere hour, families would be mourning for lost sons and daughters, fathers and mothers.
A salty tear rolled down her cheek.
She had someone on that train.
And with this microphone, she had to have her last conversation with him. Not beside him, holding his head in her lap. But from a control booth, not able to see each other for one last time.
"Honey, are you still there?" she heard him say softly, his voice devoid of fear. He knew he was going to end up dying on that train.
Yet, he did not weep.
"I'm here. I wish this wasn't happening though," she sobbed, her shoulders shaking. It was hard to fathom that by tomorrow, she would've lost her soulmate to death's cold hand.
"Hey, hey. At least we get to talk one last time," he said gently. She could imagine his face, his green eyes still and calm under his glossy brown hair.
"How can you be so calm? I'm never going to see you again after today!" she wept.
"Listen, Kate. You will see me again, okay? Just have a little faith."
Kate sniffed quietly. Her husband was a great believer in the supernatural, God, angels. She wasn't so sure.
"But what if I don't? What if this is the last ever time we speak?"
She heard him sigh, like a rush of static. That was the only thing that brought him down. Her pain.
"I can see the wreckage, sweetheart. We don't have much time."
This time there was a slight break in his voice. He didn't want to leave her anymore then she did.
But there was truly nothing anyone could do.
"I love you, Seth," she said quietly.
"I love you too. And I always will."
She could see the train on the small TV, approaching the wreckage. Ambulances stood by, in case they could help anyone.
But it was in vain. The experts themselves had said nothing could be done.
"Good bye, Kate," she heard him say. She bit back a sob. It was too soon. She needed more time.
But there wasn't any time to spare.
"Good bye."
The microphone crackled. A wave of static came through. Kate got up. She didn't need to look at the TV. She knew what had happened.
She slowly walked out of the office, oblivious to the many sobbing people.
She had no tears left to cry.
He had gone.