[[[all of your flaws]]] [[[part i]]]

5.

We'd been moving for five minutes when I finally decided it was safe to come out of hiding. If he was on this train then I hoped there would be enough people to intervene. Though, that theory had failed me in the past.

I slumped down into a seat, trying my best to hold myself together. Everything I owned was in a small rucksack now stowed above my head. I took my phone from my pocket, a dozen messages and missed calls filling the screen, and turned it off. So he knew I'd left. He probably already knew where I was too. It was only when the train picked up speed through the country side that I let out the breath I'd been holding in and wiped away any stray tears from my cheeks.

I was free.

And that was terrifying.

Without anything to distract me but the fast moving scenery beyond the window, I turned my attention to the free paper on the table. I picked it up and read the headline, something about some celebrity affair. And it was only then that I noticed the guy sitting opposite me, a book up to his face, but his eyes, framed with turtleshell glasses, watching me. I averted my eyes. Why was he looking at me? Did he know Steven? Was he one of his many spies?

'Are you ok?' He asked. He sounded too polite to be in company with a drug dealer.

'Yeah.' My voice was still shaking. I was shocked. A stranger asking if I was ok and seemingly wanting to know the answer rather than just using it as a sentence to fill a silence. I couldn't read his face. Was that...genuine concern?

'You look a bit upset-'

'I'm fine.' Such an auto response. It was the same reply I'd been giving for far too many years. But it wasn't the truth. I hadn't been 'fine' in a long time. Not once in the years since moving away from my parents into the relationship that had dominated every aspect of my being. Just twenty years old and I was suddenly homeless and no idea what I'd do when this train stopped in London. And it was only now this stranger, with kind blue eyes and dark messy hair, had asked me if I was ok, that I realised I wasn't. I was far from it.

And I began sobbing. Loudly sobbing. Breaking the calm morning air. People around us stared on, unsure what to do. But he knew what to do. He came and sat beside me, putting an arm around my shoulders and rubbing them gently. It felt so odd, so foreign at first. It had been forever since I'd felt comfort. He shushed me, assuring me things would be ok. He never asked what was wrong. He just sat there and held me as I cried into his blue checkered shirt.

hello! So as you might've guessed, this fiction is a written a little differently. One chapter is the lead females POV and the next is the lead males POV. Some chapters are long. Some are short. I have literally written and chaptered it in a way that flows well. It's also linear, so no flash backs like I normally write (oh I do love a flash back). This one is massive. I'm half way through writing it and already at 55,000 words.

It will be split into two separate stories.

So, any questions or comments, don't hesitate to ask me. And as always, vote, comment and share please ;)

Kellie xx