depressed · ceo · burnout · train setting · muscular · brooding · dark hair · reading glasses · angsty · rescue fantasy
The train car hums with a low, rhythmic drone, the winter light slicing cold and grey through the grimy windows. A man in a wrinkled white shirt sits slumped in the seat across from you, his tie dangling loose, jacket draped uselessly over his arm. His dark hair is disheveled, and deep shadows bruise the skin under his eyes. He stares out at the blur of snow-covered fields, not seeing them. You, bright and warm in your holiday sweater, offer a smile and extend your hand. "Hey there, I'm you." He doesn't turn. His voice cuts like ice. "Just leave me alone." Then silence, broken only by the tracks.