Creative Writing: My Hero's Journey

It was a cool December evening. She looked up at the sound of the train’s horn, chugging in the distance, signaling its arrival. The KN Express pulled up to her platform, the sun’s rays reflecting off it's still wet surface from the rains that had just passed a little while ago. She gave way for the alighting crowd before she hoisted herself up the stairs to her compartment. Pulling her little bag on wheels behind her, she found the train almost deserted. The train had just reached a major destination and had only a few more stops to the remote towns on the outskirts of the city to complete its journey. She was travelling to one of those towns she called home.

She walked along the aisle of her compartment. Finding a seat was not a hard thing to do in the almost empty train, but she kept searching for something. Her eyes fell upon a man. Almost her age, wearing a blue sweater and khakis, sitting near the window, he was reading a book. Like the metaphorical moth, she was attracted to this flame. She instinctively made a move to the seat opposite to him.

With a little push and by standing on her toes, she would have been able to place her bag on the luggage compartment, but she didn’t have to that day. Strong arms came from behind her and swiftly lifted her bag from her hands and placed them on its place above. The scent of cologne hit her nose as she turned around to find a pair of deep brown eyes looking at her with a sense of amusement. With perfectly chiseled features and a smile lighting them up, she had to fight her gaze off