A Chance Meeting ... The story of a shining love...

It was about 5am and I had been out all night. This had been a waste of time, "I'm never going to find her", I thought. I had a thought as the first bus rolled up and started to pick up early morning workers. I had seen her here once before, around this time, almost a month ago near the bus depot. Abandoning my park bench I immediately headed off towards the city center. The streets were still damp from last night's rains and there was a bit of a glisten to everything. The city, I thought, was the most beautiful I had ever seen it. Maybe this was a sign. The morning rain has always been lucky for me and if I hurried I might get there in time. As I neared the station, my hurried pace turned into a trot and my heart beat faster in anticipation. What would her eyes say? Would she cry? I started to think of so many things that made no sense. If I found her it would all be irrelevant. Once I found her, it would be up to fate. Morning traffic caused me to wait at the cross walk in front of the station and I could feel my heart beat even faster. The hustle of traffic was making my stomach boil even more than the hope of finding her again. But now a light drizzle of rain came from the sky to calm me. Within seconds I was calm and focused again and calmly crossing at the station. This is what the cool shiny water did for me; it always calmed me no matter what. Entering the station I searched for a seat and began my vigil. I was only there for a few minutes when she walked in and went to the ticket counter. She was trying to go somewhere that she would be happy, possibly to her home town and never would our eyes meet again. If she got on that bus, it would be impossible for me to touch or see her. How could she do this to me? But more than that, how could I be so attracted to her even now. I considered not approaching her. Just let her leave and be happy, that was the hard fact that ate me up. The fact that I felt she would be better off without me made me even more wanting to confront her. She got her ticket and exited the door to wait on the empty platform and I followed. She did not seem to notice me as I stood behind her and I waited to get my courage up. My heart was beating so fast now that I thought it might burst and with no cool rains to calm me I had to do something quick or risk fainting. I took a step or two forward towards her as she turned. Her blue eyes warmed as she spoke " Good morning, do you have a light"? She held a cigarette in her outstretched hand and for a moment I just froze, nothing could come from my mouth, not a syllable. Finally, "sure" I said and reached into my jacket. As I removed the knife I carried and wasted no time plunging it deep inside her. I pulled back and could hear the sound of bone being sawed through as I plunged it into her, again and again. Now the warm red rains flowed and she started to slump towards the floor but I held her up and embraced her. Looking deep into her eyes I tried to see if I had seen her before, other than these few times on the buses. She started to cry as I let her sag towards the floor still alive. Well, no matter, with my training I knew that she would not survive. I exited the rear of the station and the cool rain met my face once again. I used the now heavy downpour to wash the red shiny rain away from my leather jacket. I walked towards "Pams Diner" on Market Street, I liked the breakfast there and it was the only place in town you could still get an egg cooked right.