She ran her fingers through her hair and it fell perfectly into place. She kept staring at her reflection, and I kept staring at her staring at it, and I wanted her to smile so I looked away, and I do not know if she smiled or not, but then I hoped that she did not. I do not know why except that maybe I did not want to miss it.
Somewhere there is a picture of her smiling that I will never see and that made me sad, and she said excuse me to someone and smiled when the person stepped aside and she stepped off the train and her smile vanished but I saw it for a second, and that smile was snowflake-sunshine-song, and the doors slid shut and she was gone.
