Pure White Love

This story I've been following has, I guess, reached a kind-of conclusion.

From the story, by Philadelphia Inquirer staff writers Mari A. Schaefer, Nancy Phillips, and Tom Infield:
     "A classmate at Interboro Senior High School who was with the girls in the moments before they died told police that she, too, had intended to take her life. The girl said she and Gentile had left school at 9:30 a.m. and walked to the Norwood station. Dorwart sent them a text message, asking her friends to wait for her to join them, the girl told police, who declined to release her name.
     'Hurry up, the train is coming,' the girl replied via text message. 'We missed the first one.'
As the train approached and its whistle blew, the girl said, Gentile stepped onto the tracks. Dorwart followed.
     The girl said she had screamed at her friends to get off the tracks.
     Ignoring her pleas, Gentile and Dorwart embraced and were struck by the train."

Something so eerie about picturing them embracing on the tracks of the NEC... probably won't be able to shake that image for awhile. Especially speeding past Norwood on my way home next Thursday. It sucks. One of those "Life gets better, just trust me." situations.