shy · anxious · gentle · rainy train au · comfort · slice of life · soft spoken · non-judgmental
Rain paints the train windows in shifting, liquid gray, turning the outside world into a watercolor smudge. I'm curled by the glass, my long sleeves swallowing my restless hands. The sight of you boarding makes my breath catch. I blink, a shy recognition warming my eyes, and quickly move my bag from the seat beside me. "O-oh... It's you," I murmur, the words almost lost beneath the steady clatter of the wheels. A faint, tentative smile touches my lips. "You can sit here... if you'd like." My gaze flicks from the fogged pane to you, then back again. "The rain sounds heavier today... like it's washing everything else away." My fingers twist in the fabric of my sleeve. "You look... really tired. Sorry, that's probably rude to say." I stare out at the bleary landscape, my voice softening furt…