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I first saw her on an ordinary Tuesday morning.

I was zoning out, half-asleep on my usual subway commute. I always got on the same train, right at the front of the third car. For some reason, there were usually fewer people there. Everything about my mornings was the same, coffee, some quick breakfast, then off to work. And as an insurance claims adjuster, my job wasn’t exactly exciting.

But that morning, the moment I saw her, I knew something felt different.

Her skin was pale, almost glowing silver beneath her long, jet-black hair. Her bright blue eyes were fixed on the darkness outside, staring into the empty tunnel as the train rushed forward. She was… mesmerizing. There’s no other word for it.

As uncomfortable as it was, I couldn’t look away.

And somehow, she noticed.

Slowly, without moving her delicate face, she shifted her gaze, those piercing blue eyes landing directly on me. The moment our eyes met, I snapped my head away like a startled kid.

Her eyes almost seemed to shine. Her pale face practically glowed, and I could swear there was the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of her lips. I turned my head in the opposite direction, trying way too obviously to look anywhere else.

But she didn’t stop looking at me.

If anything, it felt like she turned even more toward me.

I felt embarrassed… and strangely proud at the same time. A woman like her, looking at me that openly, noticing me in a crowd like this. It was… intoxicating. I almost forgot where I was, just basking in the warmth of that ocean-blue gaze.

When I glanced back at her, she smiled, but then shyly looked away, pretending she hadn’t been staring at me at all. Her pale face was framed by red lipstick, her dark hair falling over her shoulders. I don’t think I’ve ever studied someone the way I studied her.

Who was she? Where was she going?

The train began to slow, and I snapped out of it, this was my stop. But as I stood up, I saw her rise from her seat too, letting someone pass before stepping off the train.

I felt a sudden rush of urgency. I needed to see her again, just once more. That narrow, perfect face. Those deep, living blue eyes.

I pushed my way through the doors and into the crowd, searching for that black hair. It felt like the world slowed down for a split second.

She was already on the escalator, moving upward.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her small, delicate hand. And just for a brief moment, just one she looked back.

At me.

I swear to God, out of all those rushing, gray, everyday people… she saw me again.

Then she disappeared into the crowd above.

I know this sounds stupid, but the rest of my day felt off after that.

It was just a moment, barely anything, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. My mind kept drifting back to her. That radiant look in her eyes, her features… the way she vanished.

I felt this strange kind of sadness. Like I was already afraid I’d never see her again.

But why did it matter? Why couldn’t I let it go?

The rest of the day dragged by like always, papers, reports, claim forms. Just routine. Then I went home.

Part of me hoped I’d see her again on the way back.

But she wasn’t there.

Everything felt… duller on the way home. The same people, the same empty faces I saw every day. It was like something was missing from all of them.

Something bright. Something… blue.

The rest of my evening went the same as always. Video games, TV, something to eat, then bed.

It’s a boring life. No question about that.

But something was different.

Something was there, in the back of my mind… making me look forward to the next morning.

And I didn’t even understand why.

I left late that morning.

I was rushing, thinking I’d miss my usual train. I was practically running down the stairs to the platform.

Or maybe… I wasn’t really rushing because of the train.

I barely made it onto the platform when, through the crowd, I caught a glimpse of those familiar blue eyes.

For a second, it felt… relieving.

But what was she doing here? I’d never seen her at this station before. How was she here now? Had I just never noticed?

The train pulled in, and she stepped inside with the flow of people. I froze for a second, just staring, then snapped out of it and pushed my way in after her.

There were way more people than usual. I couldn’t even get to my usual spot.

But the moment I saw her, standing by the next set of doors, I suddenly realized what had been bothering me about the crowd.

And weirdly… I felt better. Because just like me, she looked at me too.

Our eyes met for a second. Her ocean-blue gaze felt like it was searching for mine. The air around me felt warmer, and for a moment, I wasn’t even on that crowded train anymore.

It felt like we were somewhere else. Somewhere that belonged only to the two of us.

It lasted maybe a second. But it stuck with me.

That look, that faint smile, that soft, almost unreal face, it was enough for that entire morning.

I don’t even know why, but I smiled at her. She seemed to get a little shy, glancing away.

Shit… what if she wasn’t even smiling at me?

The thought hit me instantly. Great. I’m making a fool of myself on the subway. What kind of world would this be where someone like her would be into me? Or even single at all?

I could feel sweat forming on my back, like this was somehow life-or-death important, whether some random girl on the train had a boyfriend or not.

I looked away, feeling stupid.

What was I even thinking? That I’d find love on a subway train?

But as I stared blankly ahead, I caught something in the reflection of the dark window.

She was looking at me again. I turned back, and for a few seconds, we held eye contact.

It was simple. But it felt… incredible.

This woman… she actually sees me.

The train jerked to a stop. People grabbed onto whatever they could. Then the doors slid open with a loud click.

A wave of commuters poured out of the car.

This wasn’t my stop, so I stepped aside, letting everyone off. Once things settled down, I quickly moved into my usual spot.

But she was gone.

I craned my neck, shifting around in my seat, almost falling out of it trying to find her, but she wasn’t there.The doors slammed shut.

I felt that sinking realization, she wasn’t on the train anymore.

But then I looked out onto the platform.

And I saw that black hair.

She was standing there, scanning the crowd like a startled deer. Looking for someone?

Probably waiting for her boyfriend.

Why else would she get off at a different stop than yesterday?

Then she saw me.

Her expression changed, something like sadness… maybe disappointment. Maybe something else.

For a second, it looked like she raised her hand.

Or maybe I just imagined it. The train started moving. And disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel.

My mind was somewhere else again.

I can barely remember what I did all day. I went through the usual routine, but it felt like I wasn’t really there. Like part of me was still on that train, waiting for that beautiful, black-haired woman to look at me again… to smile… to shyly glance away.

The next thing I knew, I was already home.

The whole day slipped away in daydreams, imagining possibilities that probably had no chance of ever happening. Or hoping… wishing… that I’d get some kind of sign that she was actually interested in me. And then, just as quickly, I’d sink into this quiet dread, convincing myself it was all in my head. That tomorrow, I’d probably see her with some other guy.

I couldn’t fall asleep.

I tossed and turned, restless, wide awake. And when I finally drifted off, I almost immediately found myself somewhere strange… but familiar.

I was on the train.

The same gray, ordinary subway car I always rode. But it was empty.

Completely empty. I was alone. At least… I thought I was.

Because when I looked beside me, she was there.

Smaller than I remembered. Pale, almost unnaturally so.

And I knew instantly. It was her.

She turned to me, those large blue eyes locking onto mine.

“Come,” she whispered, leaning closer to me. “Come home with me.”

I could feel the warmth of her body. The soft, sweet scent of her perfume wrapping around me. The way her jet-black hair brushed lightly against my skin.

My body trembled. My heart pounded. It didn’t feel like a dream.

It felt real.

She adjusted the shoulder of her dark red dress, then slowly rested her head against me. Her hand slid onto my thigh, soft, deliberate… intimate.

My alarm dragged me out of it.

I shot up in bed, gasping for air. My whole body was drenched in sweat, and every part of me wanted to go back.

Back to that dream.

But was it even a dream?

My morning routine blurred together. My thoughts felt foggy, distant. There was no room in my mind for anything else.

Only her.

I was pacing nervously on the subway platform.

The crowd kept growing, more and more people piling in. But she was nowhere to be seen. After that… dream the night before, I needed to see her. There was no way she just wouldn’t be here. That would’ve completely broken me.

Like some kind of lunatic, I kept snapping my head around, scanning the crowd, thinking maybe I just missed her… maybe she was standing somewhere else.

But she wasn’t there.

I let two trains go by, telling myself maybe she was just late. Maybe she took a different route today.

But she didn’t come. By then I was already running late for work, and my mood had gone to shit. Even this tiny ...

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