Sitting at the train station, Gail frowned, waiting for the next train home. Trouble was, it was past midnight and the next train home was due in 2 hours. Stuffing her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket, Gail pushed her head back and rested it hard on the wall behind the bench she was seated on. It was pretty dark, only a few lights were on at the station and these lights threw the rest of the station in darkness. There was absolutely no one at the station, not a soul in sight and Gail began to wish she had charged her phone before leaving her parent's house.
Frustrated with not knowing what to do for the next 2 hours, Gail closed her eyes to try and sleep for a while, but in vain.
Opening her eyes to gaze up at the station's roof, she tried to clear out her mind, but all her thoughts seemed to be running into the other and she decided now was as a good a time as any to contemplate on what her life had become. Taking a deep breath, Gail had unwittingly decided that this lonely little train station was where she would make up her mind on her life-changing choices.
That seemed too loaded to think off, however. For some reason, whenever Gail thought about her life, no happy memories came to mind. All that came to mind were moments of solitude and being left in the cold. Nothing else. Gail began to wonder if she would ever have happy memories to look back at when she did grow old. Gail wasn't wild; she hadn't done anything on a whim. All that Gail had done in her life - was do what she assumed was expected of her and when that got too hard for her to do - she lashed out in rebellion. Gail had never done anything her heart had told her to do, to the point where she
wondered if she ever longed for anything anymore. Gail was now deep in contemplation.
Had she managed to lose herself in the process of being everything she was expected to be? Did she have anything to show for herself, in a way that didn't involve rebellion against authority? Gail groaned at her memories. Ran away from home to refuse going to camp, dying her black to in an
attempt to be Goth and annoy her mother, even now , she was sitting stubbornly at the station as she had refused to apply for a promotion and her mother had been admonishing her about the fact that she wasn't a child anymore.
Digging her hands harder into her pockets, Gail closed her eyes and willed her brain to shut up and get some shut-eye.
However a nearby rustling noise made Gail alert and Gail sat up to see what exactly it was that was moving closer.
Gail noticed a tall brunette woman giving a soft smile and this woman settled herself on the other end of the bench she was on. Gail eyed her with the suspicion she regarded everyone with and after assuming this woman wasn't going to bug her, Gail resumed her position of staring the roof and crossed her legs, in an attempt to ward off any attempt of conversation this brunette might start. The brunette however had come prepared to wait it out at the station and had opened a book she had brought with her. Gail looked away from the brunette, feigning disinterest in the brunette. After roughly five minutes of staring at the darkness in the station, spotted with a few lights here and there, Gail decided that perhaps the most interesting thing at the station was this person sitting next to her.
Hands still in her pockets, Gail turned to look at the brunette. A sole light was on over her head and Gail looked at the brunette who was deeply interested in her book. Gail studied the woman, who didn't move an inch and was now wearing a pair of spectacles which gave her an extremely bookish look. Her brown hair fell down her shoulders ruffled and slightly disheveled and Gail couldn't help but think the woman was extremely beautiful and a tad mysterious. This woman completely ignored Gail and didn't even seem to notice the staring.
After eyeing the brunette till she was bored, Gail again looked up to the roof and began her contemplative thought processes yet again.
After reading a dense paragraph, Holly looked up from her book and turned to see a blonde who was sitting like a five year old who had just been scorned. The blonde was pouting up looking at the roof and managed to look beautiful sighing and occasionally mumbling at the roof of the station.
"Do you mind? I'm trying to read here." said Holly, turning to frown at the stranger, a little annoyed at the presence of someone else at her favourite spot at the station.
Gail hadn't even realised she was muttering to herself and glared at the brunette. After a moment of glaring at each other in silence, Gail huffed out and resumed staring at the roof, her mouth shut this time and Holly returned to her book.
Gail jerked awake at someone shaking her, she looked up to see the mysterious brunette jostling her. Pulling herself away from the brunette's grasp, Gail groaned at being awoken from a short and uncomfortable nap.
"The train will here in a minute," the brunette mumbled at her, and Gail in her half-awake state looked at the brunette. She looked gorgeous and Gail was surprised at just how amazingly beautiful this woman was. Sitting up straight, she noticed this woman was ready to board the train. A few more people were scattered in the station and all the lights were on now, which made the station look extremely different from what it did in the half light of the night. Perhaps that's why the brunette looked so different. Gorgeous even.
Waking up thoroughly as the train rumbled into the station, Gail stood up, quickly pulling her hands out of her pockets to set her hair right. As the train slowly came to a halt at the platform, Gail stared as the brunette quickly scurried onto the train and Gail slowly shuffled towards the empty train compartment.
Sitting down at one of the seats, Gail noticed the brunette had already gotten a seat and was already pulling the book out of her bag. Gail studied the woman as she looked at the window to see the station moving away before bending down to her book.
Gail was now quite awake and knew there was no way she would sleep now. Sneaking one last glance at the brunette, Gail decided that perhaps some interaction would entertain her on the half- hour long train journey home. Moving to a seat opposite the brunette, Gail noticed that this brunette wasn't only deep in her book, she was pointedly ignoring her.
"What was a woman like you doing at a lonely station like that?"
Holly looked up from her book to see the blonde was sitting opposite her and was mesmerized with how blue this blonde woman's eyes were. Taking a deep breath and closing her book, Holly looked at the woman who was opposite her and thought perhaps actual conversation would do her some good.
"I could say the same thing to you now," Holly replied, glancing at the blonde a moment longer before turning to look outside the window to see the city rushing by.
"I can defend myself, you on the other hand don't seem the kind that spends nights at a train station." Gail jibed back, slightly glad this woman hadn't exactly shot her down for the conversation.
"I manage quite fine by myself, no need to worry yourself sick about that."
Gail winced at that reply and then looked out the window herself, not really sure what to say anymore. Biting her lower lip, Gail squinted to look outside as the train was slowly pulling to a stop at the next station.
"Where do you get off?" Gail started, in a hopeful attempt to renew the conversation.
The brunette gave Gail a lopsided grin - "None of your business" the brunette replied back and
Gail was surprised at the snark this brunette was throwing her. Fine, two can play at that game. Shrugging her shoulders and thinking perhaps this brunette wasn't going to share much with her, Gail stuffed her hands in her pockets yet again and sunk low in her seat.
"That's a sign that you're not exactly a talker, you know?" the brunette blurted out, before she could stop herself.
Gail looked up at the other woman and frowned as if to say what. She wasn't going to talk to this woman anymore than she could help it, now that she had been scorned anyway.
"Sticking your hands in your pockets is a typical sign that a person doesn't prefer social interaction." Holly ratted off, as if from memory.
Raising an eyebrow at the brunette, Gail shook her head and looked out the window and decided it was her turn to ignore the brunette.
Holly sighed and turned to look out the window. " I always take the 4:20 to Toronto when I'm out here. I've never seen you out here however."
Gail sneaked a glance at her and smirked. Not turning to look at the brunette, Gail started her reply
"I just thought the best place to think about stuff would be the train station."
" Well, was it?"
Gail shrugged her shoulders and now looked at the brunette who was opposite her.
" I guess in the process of becoming what I'm supposed to be, I've forgotten what I wanted to be."
"In what sense?" Holly questioned back, slightly thankful the blonde seemed to have gotten over her sarcastic reply.
Gail snorted at that questioned and thought for a minute before replying "In every sense there is."
Holly smiled at the blonde, who seemed to be quite collected for all the worrying thoughts she put out here.
"Well?" Gail asked seeing the brunette smiling and noticing it was lopsided.
"Everyone's nowhere they want to be. That's kind the point of life. Living on to get to be where you wanna be."
"Yes, but at some point you learn that you're never going to be where you want to be. That's depressing. "
The brunette nodded, not knowing what to reply to the apparently philosophical blonde.
"It's like being on a train like this you know. And it's going on and on, and you don't know where to get off. So you keep riding it, on and on, hoping someone will tell you where to get off and take you to where you want to be."
The brunette chuckled at that statement, liking where the conversation was heading.
"That's a lot of expectations from the world – besides you don't seem the romantic type."
Gail shook her head and looked outside yet again.
"It isn't romantic. It's what we expect from life."
" And now you're disappointed that you haven't gotten that?"
"Well, are you happy where ever you are?
Holly pondered the question from a moment and sighed.
"Perhaps not."
"See! It's all pointless. " Gail exclaimed, shifting in her seat to sit upright.
"But I'd like to think I'm getting where I want to be." The train was slowly stopping at the station.
"False hopes. That's all there is." Gail muttered, as Holly stood up to get off the train. Gail absent-mindedly stood up herself and followed the brunette to the train door. Holly also didn't notice that Gail was following her and was thinking off a point to think off to come back to the blonde's pessimism with existence.
"That's not true. There are people who are satisfied with where they are." Holly started, getting off the train and began walking home, while Gail followed her, walking by her side, hands still stuffed in her jacket pockets.
"See, that's where I think you're wrong. No one's happy. Everyone just pretends to be happy and beneath this façade, they're all miserable."
"I don't believe that. " Holly shook her head and they both slowly strolled over to her house, Gail walking with her.
"That makes you the romantic here."
"It does not. It makes me the optimist here. I'm not waiting for anyone to save me."
"I never said I was waiting for anyone to save me." Gail stated back, surprised the brunette that said that.
"Well it was implied," Holly defended,
"Sorry to tell you it was not. Besides, who can you trust in this world?"
"Strangers in the train station clearly," Holly laughed back, walking up the alleys n they both stopped in front a 2 story house, while Holly walked up to the front door, while Gail stood a few feet away looking at Holly as she stood in front of the door.
"Well, guess this is goodbye." Gail said, coyly kicking the ground and shifting as Holly smiled a little as she opened the door and turned to look at Gail.
"I guess it is.", she smiled as she went inside and shut the door.
Gail looked at the door and shook her head; she hadn't even gotten the other woman's name.
Shrugging, Gail walked back to the station to get to where she actually had to go.
Standing guard at the crime-scene, Gail groaned as a tall brunette hurried past the yellow tape, completely ignoring her.
"Hey Lunchbox, you're not allowed down there."
When the woman turned around to see who exactly had called her a lunchbox, Holly was just as surprised as Gail to see her.
A.N: In case you didn't notice - this isn't from a movie. This was just my brain playing with a scenario. (If it is – I've never seen it! Let me know if do let me know if my imagination sucks or not. Thanks.)