oneshots {diza}

the train ride home

new yorkers flooded the streets more than the rain did and i was convinced mother nature hated me for the fact that i added on to the extra weight of just simply walking, sitting, breathing even.

crowds of just overly loud people began to enter the subway train, as did i. the train had always been a place of peace with me, i had time to my own, especially with me and this stupid thing called clarity.

"now, you listen here, elizabeth," an old lady shouted with a pie in her hand, pointing her other hand at the young woman who stood there with a surprised look. "i ain't come here for that blabber to come outcha' mouth. now you either listen to what i have to say, or you can just start packing to leave, cuz i ain't gonna' tolerate this nonsense!" the young woman sighed, exhausted. i wondered what they were arguing about, however, i know that it was clearly out of context for me to even want to know what it could have been about because, well, manners are a thing that exist.

"k." she mumbles, pulling a strand of her deep brown hair behind the cuff of her ear, allowing me to see the structure of her face. from what i witnessed, she was beautiful. and i didn't even deny the thought, it took no more than a second to. and i'm sure anyone would have agreed to such decisions. quickly she turned around, looking anywhere than from the old woman who kept glaring her down. so nonchalantly, she turned to look at me.

and there it was. there she stood, with her hands in the pockets of her brown raincoat and a boot behind the other. the strand that laid behind her ear had fallen down from her face, so she brought her hand back up, almost clutching the wrong strand, but she successfully pulls it back into place. i got a look at her hands, for a moment. they looked soft, silkier than milk and warm like honey. i wanted to read her future just by the palms of them, and i wondered if i could have eventually. i wanted to see the trails of skin in just the bowls that could form in her palms, that walked to mine. oh boy, that was an image i would have loved to seen. and i bet, if i could, i would be able to read our future. together.

so of course, i did what any other guy would have done.

"what's your name?" she didn't blink, she didn't even respond. she just— stood there, like a spec of air staring into what i recalled as my eyes. it was annoying, and i got impatient. so i turned my glance away. but the second i did, a finger tapped gently on the tops of my shoulder.

"you, eh, dropped your pen." her voice rang in my ear, quiet yet loudly.

"my pen? ah yes," i grasped the pen from her hands, and as assumed from before, i guessed correctly. they were soft. she looked down at our hands as they ran quickly over each other, and she looked back up, eventually giving me the pen. but i shook my head, returning the pen in the palms of her hand.

"keep it," i mumbled. "the pen isn't really a necessity to keep."

"oh, okay." so with that she tucked it in her back pocket, and looked down at her hands, watching as her fingertips twiddle in unknowing patterns.

"so um, i never did get your name." i asked. she quickly looked up and smiled.

"my name?" i nodded. "oh, um, i'm elizabeth. but you can call me liza."

"well, it was a pleasure to meet you, liza." i lean my hand out to shake hers with, and she gladly takes it. "i'm david, i don't have any cool nicknames but i do have an adorable dog." her eyes brighten up and her smile widens.

"wait, like actually?" i nod and giggle. "what's its name?"

"teddy, he's a black lab." i mention. her eyes glisten.

"i love animals," i nod, agreeing with her.

eventually, she lets go of my hand and focuses her attention on to the window, watching as the train comes to a stop.

"well," she starts. "it was, eh, good to meet you, david." i was going to gladly to ask her for her number but— that wish was ultimately ruined by just the turn of her body, and the rain that caressed my cheek as i walked off the subway train.

and with that she began to walk off, watching as her hair swayed back and forth from one side to another. her body started to fade into the streets of unknown strangers and i sighed, knowing that i would never see her again.

"see ya'"

a/n: okay okay these will get better eventually, i promise.