Maybe One DayRose stumbled into the train and collapsed onto the nearest available seat. After a long, almost endless day at work the only thing she craved was a long, hot shower and sleep.
She loosened the band holding her deep brown hair, closed her eyes and sunk deeper into the cushioned seat while sighing with relief as she heard the hydraulic hiss of the doors closing. Suddenly though her ears were assaulted by the sound of boots thudding against the plastic flooring, indicating the arrival of a new passenger.
Curious, she lifted her head and let her eyes flicker open. But the moment her eyes fell on the man who had just boarded the train, she immediately recoiled. Subconsciously, she knew there was nothing about the man to warrant such an extreme response from her but the large white scar across his face and the crumpled, burnt skin scattered across his cheeks and forearms, marring his features, gave him a truly terrifying look.
Worry bubbled in her chest when she noticed that the man, who wa