Takes one to know one

I could instantly tell by the way our eyes met that I was found. The screaming silence in your eyes caught my soul. The tears begging to escape your eyes, the broken smile that you can't draw on your face and the most sincere look I've seen. Both of us in that subway sitting right across each other. I wasn't alone in my misery all of a sudden. The invisible bridge of humanity connected us.

I remember it vividly, I woke up to a long morning, carried the heavy head on my shoulders and moved my cold body across the room hesitate to open the door and meet the day. the coffee took a lifetime to brew and it was a long walk back to my room. I opened the closet picked the first thing I laid eyes upon, a hoodie and a pair of jeans I hate. I looked over to the bed and noticed him waking up. He dragged his intoxicated body to the bathroom in an attempt to wash off last night. He was not happy in the morning and I was the only punching bag around. I got dressed through the storm and explosions coming out of his mouth, pulling me out of the room and to the world. He was yelling at me for not being alive enough or trying to wake up, he wanted me to rush and get out of his apartment and face the world as if it needed me. I could not care less what I looked like all I wanted was to leave the scene. Walking down the white dusty stairs of the building and going down the three floors, I mustered all the strength in me and pulled back my tears. It was a long way down. Third floor, second floor and its getting harder and I'm getting weaker I'm one floor away from street level and I realize, I cannot do this. I stop for a second and gather the shattered pieces off the steps of the old stairs. I thought of letting go at one point but I never did. I carried the heavy heart and opened the gates to the streets. Grey and empty. I felt some comfort when took my first step, I don't know if it was the cool breeze moving calmly over my face or that I could feel the weight lift a little after getting out of the building and walking away from my house.

The few meters I walked felt like a mile after the thoughts and heavy heart caught up to me. I walked looking at the subway station a few steps ahead and unable to hear or see anything around me, I vaguely remember a few faces passing by, judgmental eyes trying to read me, they could tell something was wrong. I reached the station and made sure I don't make eye contact with another human, it wasn't hard since I couldn't lift my face off the floor. I could still hear the bomb inside me ticking. I waited until the subway was here I couldn't help but look pray that I would find an empty place since my legs couldn't hold all the weight for long. I spotted an empty seat and threw myself on it, took a deep breath and stared out the window. Everything seemed so quite everyone seemed like they had something on their minds. I laid my head against the back of my seat and watched, as the view outside the window was moving faster than I could grasp but it did not matter because my eyes were aimed at the window but my head was somewhere else. I could see nothing.

I slowly lifted my head and looked down, I could tell a tear was trying to escape but I couldn't let it. I took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds like I was trying to pause the world around me. I looked to my left and there she was. Our eyes met across the seats. A woman in her 60s, her eyes looked like a dark entrance of a long tunnel, so dark yet it was clear what was inside. I remember the tiny lines and the drained look all over her face. She was sitting like the thinker, hunched over one hand under her chin holding her busy head and the other resting on her knee. She was wearing a green baggy dress, full sleeves with tiny pink flowers on it and a black scarf lying calmly over her head and around her neck. Her eyes were glittering almost as if she was crying a short time before. She noticed me looking at her she looked back but soon looked away, her head was somewhere her eyes were not, and she saw what I saw outside that window earlier, nothing. I could not look away for long her eyes spoke so loudly, she then gave me another look, it seemed like she could see me this time, she looked down for a second then looked back at me. She sat up, both our eyes were fixed on each other. we both knew what it felt like, we both had a bomb ticking inside us but couldn't let the tears burst through, we both had a heavy weight over our shoulders  a bigger burden than we could handle, but couldn't let the tears burst through. The world paused for a second while our eyes talked at the same time "I know..." i wanted nothing more at that moment than to hold her and cry togethr out loud, i wanted to ask her what was wrong. I wondered if she felt what I was feeling I was certain we connected and I knew she felt what I was feeling. I was getting more emotional, it distracted me from these thoughts, and it seemed she also felt it. We both gave each other a final look and turned our heads

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I looked around amazed, no one else was in our world and no one else noticed what just happened. Many women all around us and not one of them felt the vibe. Not one felt the bond that two people who have never met shared. Not a word said yet it was loud and powerful, how could they not feel it? Everyone was looking at something but not at someone, it was gloomy and quite. We were the only two who felt it that's why our eyes connected and it was just the two of us for a second, takes one to know one.

 

Author's Note

my very first short story, needs more work and i need help
and ignore the "quiet", "quite" thing.. i know

but any notes would be VERY helpful and plz be nice haha