The Girl on the Train

He saw her when walking back from the dining compartment. She sat serenely with a forlorn look on her face. Like she was the most loneliest person in the universe. His heart clenched painfully and something pulled him towards her. 

'Hello. Is this seat taken?'

She looked at him startled like for a minute there she has forgotten she was traveling on a public train.

'Oh! No. Please make yourself comfortable.'

'Thank you' 

She went back to staring aimlessly out the window.

'The weather looks pretty depressing.'

The golden eyes turned on him unsure if he was talking to her. 

'Oh yes it does. Unfortunately. Although rain had known to make the most depressed of hearts sing with glee.'

'Yes it has. When you are with the right person, rain can take you to heaven and back. Surround you with a delicate curtain of glistening diamonds. Tinkling happiness. 

When rain falls on the girl you're with, she comes back into her natural state. No makeup, No hairdo, Just pure innocence. Sparkled eyes. And when the water runs down the lips, which she would tighten every so often to not let the water in, but gentle enough to pink them up. And make them soft..'

A second of pain flashed through her eyes and she looked away. Her face cringed as a painful memory passed her.

'Whoever he was wasn't worth it.' 

'He was. He is.'

'Yet he left a beautiful flower to face the storm all alone.'

She looked back at me with her eyes wide. 

'He hasn't. He will be back. He always does.'

'How can you be that sure?'

For a moment she looked deep into my eyes. Searching. Then her lips stretched into a slow smile. Like she knew a deep secret.

He couldn't help but smile back as her face became more beautiful then ever.

The intense chemistry crackled through the air. He couldn't take his eyes of hers. Or he thought he would die.

'Because he is right in front of me.'

He got up and stretched out his hand towards her. Waiting.

Gingerly she put her hand in his and got up. Moving close to him. Till her lips reached his ear, where she whispered.

'Darling, where are the kids?'