He sat staring at the person in the train stopped at the station going in the opposite direction.

She
sat staring ahead, never noticing that she was being watched. Both trains began to move and he
knew that in another timeline or in another universe, they had been happy together.

What was beyond the bend in the stream was unknown. Both were curious, but only one was brave
enough to want to explore. That was the problem. There was always one that let fear rule her life.

She put the pen to paper but she couldn't bring herself to actually write anything. She just stared at
the blank card and wondered what words she could write that would help in even a small way. She
thought of a dozen ways to begin but none seemed to do justice to the situation. There were no
words that could help and she knew it.

It was that terrifying feeling you have as you tightly hold the covers over you with the knowledge
that there is something hiding under your bed. You want to look, but you don't at the same time.
You're frozen with fear and unable to act. That's where she found herself and she didn't know what
to do next

Her hand was balled into a fist with her keys protruding out from between her fingers. This was the
weapon her father had shown her how to make when she walked alone to her car after work. She
wished that she had something a little more potent than keys between her fingers. It would have
been nice to have some mace or pepper spray. He had been meaning to buy some but had never
gotten around to it. As the mother bear took another step forward with her cubs in tow, she knew
her fist with keys wasn't going to be an adequate defense for this situation.