Hi all. A work in progress is currently before your eyes. I'm experimenting with not knowing what's going to happen, and letting it unfold as I write.

That being said, there will be some consistency to my updates.

K+ for now, but could get as high as M dependent on content.

Enjoy!

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"Attention passengers: the next Red Line train to Alewife is now approaching."

She fastened the clasps of her bag shut with a start, having drifted into another tragic daydream. Boston seemed like a good place to get away. It was a successful hideout, to say the least. She could exist in the city, far from her home and culture, and live an alternate life to the one she had lived for the 7 years. It was so distant now, it seemed like a dream.

She switched the song on her iPod, and stood in a daze as the train approached the platform. She had almost found herself immersed in the song until she saw something very strange.

A familiar red-headed young man, hands shoved in his pockets, was staring at her from the other side of the platform. She blinked furiously, and as she suspected, the vision vanished as the train rushed in front of her eyes, and the doors swung open to allow the passengers to board.

Flustered but relatively sure of her mistake, she took a seat next to a kind-looking asian woman. She sunk into the song again, and allowed tears to well up in her eyes, though they never seemed to spill over. She was too removed from her old life to let her grief consume her like it used to.

Stuck in reverse.

She had quite a few stops to go. She watched the people getting on and off the train. Wondering where they were going to or coming from.

Lights will guide you home.

And ignite your bones.

She had always been good at observing people, and was often made fun of for it during secondary school.

Another stop. The skyline was gone. They were on the outskirts of Boston.

Almost home.

With a loud crack, he appeared to her again, out of thin air in the now-empty seat next to her.

As people gazed around in panic to see the source of the sound, he grabbed her tightly by the waist, and with another loud crack, the two disappeared in a flash.

And I will try to fix you.

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Every author that reviews this story, I promise that I will, in turn, review one if not more of yours.