I really should not have been taking the train so late at night. It really wasn't smart of me.

Then again, nothing that I did could really ever be considered 'smart' exactly. You had to know what you actually knew in order to be considered smart. I knew nothing of anything. Especially things concerning myself.

I walked down the steps into the station, sighing with relief that there was no one else around. As I made my way to the safe middle of the platform something shifted in the corner of my eye. I turned to the right, not seeing anyone. I frowned. "Not again" I murmured to myself. "Don't start this again." I exhaled my tension and forced myself to smile, taking away the fear I felt.

Pacing in the middle helped. Left right left right. The feeling of the steady ground beneath my feet calmed my senses.

In front of me the dark grate filled seamlessly into the tile backdrop of the walls. Green colored tiles with elaborate white writing spelled out Folie, the name of the stop. I sighed, mentally urging the train to come quickly.

I swiveled left turning back on my walking path when a cough sounded from my right. I turned back to facing the wall, squinting at the tiles and running my eyes over the metal of the grate. As I made the sweep back a shape behind the grate shifted. I took an uncertain step back trying to discern the figure. A tall thin outline filled my vision. Long limbs, dark hair and violently green eyes.

"Oh no" I whimpered, my chest heaving of its own accord. My hand went to my hair unconsciously as my other hand rhythmically clenched and un-clenched itself.

I sat down on the edge of the platform, the yellow (bumps) digging into my legs. I quickly tucked my chin into my chest, clenching my eyes against all light, causing flashes of color across my eyelids. I sat down, bringing myself eye level to the apparition, squinting to ensure this was not a trick of the light. Seeing nothing I swallowed the lump in my throat and buried my face in my hands.

'This is not rea,' I thought to myself. 'You are not real and never will be. I'm just imagining this.' I took a deep breath and raised my head, allowing myself to take in the tracks.

He was closer than I thought he would be. His lanky frame was full of obvious contempt. "Are your demons gone yet?" He asked silkily.

I couldn't bring myself to answer. "Come now" he purred, stepping over the tracks, moving closer to where I sat. "You should know your mind well enough to distinguish between fantasy and facts."

I shook my head. "That's not how it works." He laughed sending the sound vibrating around the station. "No?" He quirked his head to the side. "And why not?" He reached the edge of the platform where I sat and brought his chin down into his crossed forearms. He looked up at me, reminiscent of a cat wanting to be pet. "Well," he prompted "why ever not?"

I gazed down at him. "Shouldn't the heart be able to tell that difference" I countered.

He grinned, showing off brilliant white teeth that gleamed under the flickering lights.

He seems to be musing that over. In that moment he looked so thoughtful and ALIVE that I had the overwhelming urge to touch him. To feel, once and for all, true extent of my madness. His gaze shifted back to me, almost like he read my mind.

"Oh darling" he drawled, stretching up so that his face was brought closer to mine. I moved back instinctively, not taking my eyes off of him. "You must be sane enough to know that feeling doesn't always mean believing"

Instinct shook my head. "That's not how the saying goes" I exclaimed. "Seeing does not equal to believing. Feeling has nothing to do with it."

He smirked, stretching up even further so close that we were almost touching noses. I held my breath as I felt the warmth radiating from him and his air touching my neck.

"And who told you that you weren't sane?" His laugh stirred my hair.

In the process of this apparition getting closer I didn't register the blazing light coming from the tunnel. The train zoomed down the track, not bother to blaze it's horn to announce its travel. I quickly turned back to him. He grinned again. "Until next time."

He gave a mock salute and leaned back, falling into the tracks just as the train whizzed by. I gasped, falling backwards. The train came to an abrupt halt, stopping my fantasy with it.