I wasn't sure if I had seen somebody quite like her before,
with long blonde hair, big gray eyes, the epitome of innocence.
Her large gray eyes told a story of despair and fear,
almost like that of a child hiding from the arguing flooding through the house.
She observed those around her,
focusing on every movement and word that was exchanged on the train in that moment.
Perhaps she learned to be cautious from a young age,
or maybe she simply enjoyed people-watching.
The girl on the train had secrets,
she was simply a mystery waiting to be solved.
