I stood, waiting for the train at the station. I looked around at all my surroundings, wondering if any of the people felt the same as I did. Wondering if any one else in this rotting world thought the same thoughts as myself.
I looked to my right and saw a family sitting on a seat talking. There was a mother, a father, a son and a daughter. The children looked fairly young, about the age of seven. The boy was sitting on the floor playing with his toy car. I remember when I had happy days like those.
I looked to my right and saw an old man sitting on another chair. He held flowers in one hand, and a box of chocolates in the other. I saw a tear drop from one of his eyes, my mind immediately tried to figure out what the problem was, when I remembered myself, sitting in the very same position. I remembered crying for days, hoping that the lost soul would somehow come back. I especially remembered all the pain, and sorrow I had felt when the time came to say goodbye. This man had lost someone close to him, just the same as I did.
My private time of reminiscing was interrupted by my train coming to the station. I walked slowly from my resting place, to board the train, and sat down at an empty chair. Everybody on the train looked at me, and then went back to what they were doing. Just as you'd expect, no one caring to smile at me or anything, I was just another person riding a train.
I sat next to the window, looking out upon the surrounding landscape, almost as if I was in a movie. When the thought of me in a movie came into my mind, I smiled a bit. Me? In a movie? I noticed how nice it was to smile again, I remembered the warm, welcoming smile I would get when I came home from work, I remembered what would follow, a comforting hug, and then a loving kiss. Thinking of these painful memories stole the smile from my face, and I again, felt the wave of loneliness.
I sat there, with a frown on my face, waiting for the train to stop, and for the muffled voice to say town name. I looked over ahead of me, and saw a pretty blonde woman reading a book. She noticed me staring at her, and gave me a familiar welcoming smile, as if she was saying hello to a very old friend. I smiled back, and felt my heart fill up with something I hadn't felt in a while. Something good, something nice, something... The train jolted forward slightly, as we had stopped. I looked out the window and saw that it was time for me to get off. I had one last glance at the friendly blonde woman, but she was already back to reading her book.
I slowly lifted myself out of the seat, and walked towards the ajar doors. I walked through them, again with a frown. I walked down the streets that I had done so many times before, and kept thinking about my crummy life. I saw a stone along the path. I ran up towards it as if I was a star soccer player, and kicked it as hard as I could. As I watched the stone bounce along down the pathway, I remembered the nice blonde lady, and the nice, welcoming smile she gave me. A thought came into my mind. Maybe there is hope in this world.
