A Series Of Nothing

Train Station

Wavy strands of chocolate brown locks cascaded down her face, with secrets as old as her life darkening the once naturally highlighted silky hair to a now dark brown colour. Behind the forest of deep strands, hid a frail complexion and soft expression of a girl. With skin fairer than Snow White, and features softer than Cruella DeVil's faux coat, this tiny girl (almost invisible amongst the crowd) was a sight of pure beauty.

Her eyes were a deep brown and truly were windows to her soul - at present, her worry and anxiety was obvious as she tried to fight her way through the seemingly endless crowd. The blusher on her cheeks was no match for her vibrant blood that flushed to her face in the midst of her exasperation, yet her skin still glowed brighter than an angel's halo. Ironic. Her looks could be considered heavenly by some, but the hellish experiences she'd been through were reflected in her eyes.

The usually subtle pink lips were drawn thin into a sign of fear, and it was clear that our character wasn't comfortable in this situation in the slightest. However the moment she set eyes on the tall young man on the other side of the station, all of those doubts suddenly emancipated away somehow and her face slowly grew into a smile - her blinding white teeth making an appearance for the first time since she got on to the train.

Clutching onto her green Parker coat and small black handbag, she let out a silent laugh while checking her reflection in one of the metallic support poles of the industrial building and made her way towards her boyfriend, despite him being 20 minutes late - he must've gotten caught up somewhere she thought, making up another excuse in her mind to justify the boy's failure to ever be on time. It probably won't happen again.

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Not a sentence could've been less true

For although she loved him and he loved her too

There was always an issue, followed by an excuse

They say that love is blind, and perhaps that's why she couldn't see

How the love of her life wasn't who she wanted him to be

And there was nothing more upsetting than the inevitability

That this beautiful young girl, too pure for this world

Was not prepared for what was about to be hurled

By the cruel hand of life - for she would be swirled

Into a void of nothing and a twister of emotion

All at the same time but still in slow motion

Oh how wrong she was, while on this train station