Halo.

Please....

Please...

Michelle's POV:

I stood outside my hands shaking as I clutched my coat closer, London is always cold always. I still couldn't believe the risks I was taking just to meet Niall.

Niall the boy who lied to me, the boy who mislead me, the boy who hurt me. Whether it was meant for a little while, whether it was meant for a lifetime. His story won't be any different them mine.

I clutch my coat closer as I snuggle into it, I hand the ticket man my ticket, my magic portal to get through to Niall. I climb aboard the train as I find my cabin, I'm sharing it with someone. I silently pray that it won't be a man, old men look at you as if they wanna rape you and boys my age usually wanna bang the shit out of you.

The door rattles and squeaks as its pushed open.

"Finally warmth!"A sweet voice murmurs , well at least it's a woman. She fumbles about as she enters the cabin, she brings along the strong sweet smell of toffee and caramel.

"Hello love! It's a pleasure to meet you." I tug on my sleeves pulling then down even further, it gives me a sense of comfort when I do that.

"Lovely to meet you too" I meekly mumble.

"So who are you going to meet?"

I look up from my phone.

"Family, friends, a lover?" She suggests. I stumble at the question as if a high hurdle in a race.

"A lover" I state Niall a lover, my mind silently mocks me. I don't love Niall nor does he love me, he probably thinks I'm a sad ass lame girl.

Cause that's who you are. The voice booms in my head. She raises her eyebrow.

"I met someone too, it was in the summer...." I lose interest almost immediately, but as she speaks I catch on I understand how she feels.

"We used to spend all our time together, we carved our names everywhere we went. Jacky and James, they called me Jacky back then a substitute for Jacqueline. We spent hours, holding hands dreaming about the future. And then he left, without a word, without a warning. He said he couldn't see me drift away with him that he wasn't good enough for me...

Only a few years later I got a letter in the mail saying, that James died he had Parkinson's he had had it for a few months before he meet me. He knew what would happen if he married me, he would die too soon. He knew I would have no answers to give the children, he knew I would break down and have no courage to move ever again whatsoever." She stutters.

"Not a day goes by I don't miss him, don't remember him, sometimes memories aren't enough. They never are when you lose someone you love. They never are." A single tear rolls down my cheek, my hand quickly moves to wipe away the tear. She looks at me her eyes looking into mine, sadness from her eyes slithering into my soul. I bit back on my lip, I don't know how to console her!

"Do you love him?" The question startles me, also from a complete stranger. My head jerks back.

"I don't kk..noo..ww" I stutter in surprise.

"Love is when that someone's happiness is yours, when their pain is your pain, when they shed a tear a part of you dies inside, and you feel your eyes get wet and your own tears pour out. That's love. A battlefield." She steadies her breathing and looks at me. They whistle blows and everyone stands up grabbing their bag, I grip my rucksack.

"It was a pleasure meeting you...?" I trail off as a hint to get her name.

"Catherine. And you?"