The Train
The train lights flickered on and off repeatedly, the rain outside was getting worse. A young man sat staring out of the window, tracing the water with his finger. The train suddenly stopped, causing him to fly forward and hit his head.
�Ouch� he mumbled to himself, while cautiously touching his injured head. He removed his hand from his head and noticed it was covered with blood; he sighed and searched his pockets for a tissue.
�Damn� he muttered, when only finding old sweet wrappers and a two pence coin. �Why me?� he moaned, as the lights went out, and the train was thrown into darkness. He thumped his hand against the table in frustration, at this rate he was never going to get home. He could hear other passengers fumble for their mobile phones, blindly typing in loved ones numbers, and telling them they were going to be late. He didn�t have his mobile phone. He didn�t have a loved one to call. The only person, who would care that he was home late, was himself. He used to have somebody who loved him, who he loved back. Yet he couldn�t give her what she wanted. Not at the time anyway. Now, if he had the chance again, he wouldn�t be so scared of commitment, yet then he was young, and wanted to have fun, not settle down like she had asked of him.
�Excuse me?� the lady opposite him asked. She must have been quite old, yet he noticed that her eyes shone brightly, which told him that inside she felt the same age as he actually was.
�Sorry?� He said.
�I think you might need this!� she handed him a tissue, which he accepted gratefully.
�Without sounding nosey, may I ask why somebody like yourself, seems so down?� she asked, trying to be careful not to offend him.
�Somebody like myself?� He questioned.
�Sorry I didn�t make myself very clear, I mean somebody so young� He sighed, and somehow found himself telling her the whole story.
�Loving you could be so easy, loving you could be so great, maybe a change will keep me high, stop me thinking and wondering why.� She rubbed her tired eyes, and laid her head down on to the hard surface. She looked up to find she was facing an elderly man, who had his face creased into a smile.
�Lovely singing� he grinned.
�Huh?� She switched off her music, and placed it in her bag.
�I said, lovely singing� He repeated.
Her hand went to her mouth. �I am so sorry, I didn�t realise I was singing out loud.� They continued to talk; or rather she did, with him occasionally nodding, to show that he was still listening.
The lights started to flicker again, making a crackling sound as they did, and the train had light. They sat there for a moment, adjusting their eyes to the light.
�I better find my wife; I lost her when the lights went off.� He chuckled.
�I hope she didn�t get stuck in the toilet!� The girl laughed.
�Thank you, it was very kind of you to listen� she said honestly.
�My pleasure� the man replied as he stood up.
There was a pause, and then he asked �Would you like to meet my wife? Even with the age difference, I think you two would get on! And she could give you much better advice than me on how to find this young man that you love.�
�Yes I would love to meet your wife, but I never said I loved the idiot� She said.
�You love him, trust me, you do.� With that he walked off, and she followed behind him, thinking over what he had just said.
�So you see, you need to find her again, and tell her how you feel about her, and that you still love her, and have never stopped.� The lady concluded. The young man put his hands through his jet black hair, he already knew this deep down, yet he needed to be told.
�Thank you, you are the kindest person I have ever met.� He truthfully stated. She had a tear in her eye, as she looked at him.
�oh look, there�s my husband.� She pointed. �You must meet him.� She called him over. �Matt, this is my husband Richard, Richard this is Matt.� She smiled.
�Matt� the elderly man said thoughtfully as he shook Matt�s hand.
�I also have somebody to meet you.� He said to his wife. �This is Jess.� Jess stepped forward, and froze.
�Matt� She whispered looking into his eyes.
�Jess� he cried.
The elderly couple held hands and watched in amazement, as Matt and Jess hugged each other tightly.