As I descended into the train station to head home, I heard a couple kissing on the benches behind me, as if the world was about to end. How inspiring.
Suddenly, fast footsteps approached, and a dangerous aura began to fill the station.
The pressure of the wind hit my face before I realized a hurricane was coming. It was a girl. A Hurricane Girl.
And she seemed to be searching for someone.
She had a beautiful face, and her short hair floated with the wind as she ran.
Her bangs covered her eyes, but her unusual gaze unsettled me, as if she wasn't looking directly at me, but right through me.
I had never felt anything like that before.
Before I knew it, the Hurricane Girl stopped in front of me. She took off her jacket and bag and threw them to the ground in anger.
Then, she spun around decisively and stood in front of the couple still kissing on the benches behind.
To be continued...