| | He sat on the train watching her through the dirty window pane. The train had just screeched up to the station, sending her red hair into disarray. She would get on this bus. He knew this as he knew himself yet had no idea why. He watched as she self-consciously smoothed her frizzy wind-swept hair and stepped onto the train. Into his compartment even. She took a seat towards the front of the bus, settling into the plastic yellow seats like a satisfied cat. After a minute a battered book appeared and her face was lost in its story.
He continued to watch her with a single minded intensity that left him regardless of the bustle surrounding him. His stop flashed by and he didn't move; a boy played his music loudly behind him and he didn't even twitch. The conductor announced the next stop in his impenetrable Brooklyn drawl, but the girl must have understood for the book disappeared reluctantly and she stood up. Again smoothing her hair and checking her outfit for disarray or disobedience. She walked towards him as the train ground to a stop. He froze, locking into her walk and her very air. He knew he wouldn't follow her, he never did. She smiled at him absentmindedly when she caught his gaze then glanced away towards the opening doors. She hurried towards them and stepped out into the bustling city. He watched her red hair until it was obscured by the crowd, feeling strangely saddened about her disappearance and his unwillingness to follow. He would never see her again; strangers didn't meet in a city of millions.
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