The couple on the train

Red puffy eyes, a frown that tells of sorrow and tears that won’t come out. She looked away desperately seeking a refuge from his face. Hoping to find solace in his absence. Him, looking down, ashamed of what he had just done.

What is the story? I wondered, staring at the couple in silence. Feeling the purity of the emotions they emit. So simple yet so strong. Parting? Breaking up? No… cheating. The guy is at fault. For it is he who appears conscious and ashamed. It is the woman who is looking away, angry at what he had done. It is not the fading of love for they end up going home together, but a moment of weakness of the guy’s part. Simple, but sad.

Everyday, the train carries hundreds of stories with it. Amongst them, the saddest novel can be made, but simple ones such as these are repeated everyday.