train station

They stood in a relatively empty train station. They were the only ones there.

A young woman stood tall and brazen, rays of sunshine tumbling down to her shoulders. There was not a blemish upon her feminine form, nor any such indication of a past of sadness or grief. She was of clumsy manner, but she with ease blushed and hummed to herself a sweet melody, without a care in the world. She did this with an innocence reserved only for the pure of heart. 

The favoured daughter of the gods. 

A young man, not much older than she, wore an expression of weariness and that of caution. He attempted to mask the apprehension that lingered in his amber eyes. He, with great difficulty, could not hide the years of injustice he had so wrongfully endured engraved on his concerned brow. He seldom moved, his weak heart thumped with perturbation, but when he did, he did it with grace reserved for the broken. 

The unfortunate son of fate.  

In her eyes, she saw the world as a kaleidoscope of colour, a mosaic of beauty undefined, and believed in the goodness of humanity. 

In his eyes, he saw the world framed with ugly truths, too painful to bear on his slumped shoulders, the world was rupturing with deceit, hatred and could only see men, devoured by their bottomless greed. 

The young woman looked forward to all that life had to offer, all that was bright and beautiful seemed to sing to her. 

The young man reminisced of what never was, believing it to be sweeter than what could have been.  

She had been warm to the point where she no longer noticed.  

He had been cold for so long that it had left him miserable and decrepit.  

The woman waited excitedly for the northbound train.

The man was fumbling with papers, agonising the wait for the southbound train. 

A fateful gust of wind blew, blowing the papers out of his hands, out of hs reach. His heart sank in sullen resentment and disappointment. He did not bother to chase it. 

The woman caught the papers, but by pure accident; they had blown into her face. She giggled heartily. She walked toward the man and tapped his tense shoulder. 

He, startled, gasped; deep in his pessimistic thoughts. He saw the woman with the sheets in hand. He gratefully took the papers and thanked her. 

She laughed, nodding, pleased by his reaction by her good deed. 

He kept a straight face, but it was not long until he too was laughing. His pale cheeks turned a rosy hue because of her kindness. 

A grin curved from his lips, and he uttered again his gratitude. 

And from that, sparked a conversation, long long after their trains had arrived. 

Little did they know it was love.