TransitationHer lips, alone, made mine quiver. Her pale white skin glowed in the incandescent aura of the murky subway platform, permeating beauty into everything around her. Her gaze pranced lightly around her, mesmerized almost at the surrounding poverty. But, what was I?
I pretended not to notice her. Surely those bright eyes of hers dare not wander over to the darkest corner of the platform. An unscathed iris, avoiding my unusual posture. My unusual height. Jeans two sizes too big, grubby graphic tee. Nothing else screamed 'odd' like I did.
Yet, her gaze strayed over. Dark brown marbles, they were. Shimmered above any priceless gem our kind had encountered. The crown jewel of beauty shone upon me... But I looked the other way, as if my hood could conceal my presence. I sniffed and glanced down at my watch, as if I had something very important to do.
She brushed her silky black hair behind her neck and stared across the tracks yet again. Her face was emotionless, but her comple