I watched the adjacent train tracks moving past the window, then watched her translucent reflection the glass.
I knew the other track wasn’t moving, rather, the train we were on was moving. But since we were stationary on the train, our movement created the illusion of the world moving past train’s windows.
Everything changes, depending on how you look at it, how you choose to understand it.
She kept watching the world go past, as I kept watching her reflection in the glass. But as time passed, her reflection started watching me. Then, it began to speak.
I know I didn’t speak, but I heard my answer anyway, “Why what?”
“Why doesn’t it end?”
“What doesn’t end?”
She began to cry. I saw the tears fall from her eyes. “This nightmare.” She brushed tears from her eyes, “This life.”
Through her tears she whispered, “I killed them. To spare them. To save them. From life.”
I couldn’t look away from the darkness, the longing, and the pain in her reflections eyes, as it looked at me. The reflection reached from the glass, her fingertips brushed my cheek. “But there is no one to spare me. To save me. From life.” I felt her desperate longing to be free, and knew I would help her any way I could.
Those translucent hands moved my hands to the woman’s neck. Those pleading eyes. Those tears. “Will you save me from life?”
I had to do what she had asked. And my hands squeezed tightly around her throat, and stayed there, until she no longer breathed. Her reflection smiled as it faded away. “Thank you,” her eyes came alive, “for saving me.”
“Your welcome,” I whispered as I removed my hands from her neck. “Now, you are free.”