A Mere Reflection

Cinder & Copper

The road was long from Elon's home to the train station, where his journey to the endless possibilities will begin, at least that's what he thought. He bagged what he needed for the long trip; his guitar, books, papers and money which he saved from working as a clerk in the town. Never he was more excited about something than leaving home, he didn't tell anyone that he was leaving, or running away if I might say. He even woke up at 6 AM to wait for the taxi which will arrive at eleven in the morning. He stood there at the rusty, unpaved road, imagining what is waiting for him at the end of this trip. It was a sunny day at the heart of winter, the sky was clear and the air was fresh because it rained the day before. The taxi arrived, and with it came the mixed up feelings of joy and fear. "To Amber Train Station please."
"Okay, fasten your seatbelt, it's going to be a long way."

After 4 hours of driving, he reached the train station, there was one hour left for the train to move. He hurried to the ticket seller, "one ticket to King's Cross."
"Leaving town, aye? Here you go son, blessings to you."
"Thank you, sir, where is the train at?"
"Gate A4 to your left, hurry before it's too late son."
He rushed for the train, there was no turning back now. He went on the train and started searching for the best cabin to set in, but none of them seemed comfortable enough for him, and by which it means the people inside, until he found the perfect one, "Hi! Ahem, excuse me, will you allow me to sit next to the window?"

"Yeah sure buddy, get in, you seem like a good fella. I'm Alma, this is Sol and Alina, and you are?" "I'm Elon, nice to meet you all." There were three people inside the cabin, but for no apparent reason he chooses this one to sit in, it seemed peaceful and cozy, and the people inside seemed nice, or maybe Alina caught his attention. She was a young lady in her 20's, with a venetian red hair and a small scarlet wisp waving near her eyes, which together formed a feeling of fire inside Elon's heart. She had green eyes, a field of grass which one could lie there for eternity, looking at the world moving with no worries nor any thoughts crossing his mind, while the river of innocence streaming underneath him, like they were made out of peace and comfort, her eyes were two pieces of Eden. But for Alma, something about her was different, a tortured soul wandering in the empty spaces of the world, her hair was dark black, so as her eyes, which she covered their surroundings as if she was trying to hide the pain and blackness underneath them, but even her welcoming smile showed the pain of a woman who went through hell and back to be on this train at this very moment, and her pale skin made the contrast more obvious. But Sol, well, he had nothing shown, he seemed a normal guy, maybe at his 40's at least, because of the few gray hairs in his black beard and his unkempt, wavy black hair. the creases on his face were deep enough to see the layers of dust inside. Still, there was something interesting about him, like he had a story or a secret stuck in his mouth, but it was clear he was not the type of person who would speak if no one asked him about something, and if so, he would have enough by answering the question and returning to read the book in his hands, which was called 'The Memory of the Old' by Robert, a writer whose last name was hidden by Sol's tired fingers. Sol had brown skin and dark black eyes, and with a strange look on his face, as if he had something in his mind, but hesitant about telling it. Elon went inside, put his stuff under the seats, and sat next to the window, with Alma in front of him and next to her was Sol. "So tell us your story Elon." Said Alma.