The ending of -CHAPTER 1- for the book that does not have a title.

THEY both make eye contact with one another before any other movement or thought was made. This doesn’t go on for very long, but between the two of them, it feels like an eternity. Their hearts just about sunk into their stomachs, and they looked as if they were about to shit them out in that very moment.
Now, this isn’t something I would call ‘love at first sight’ as much as ‘a sense of needing to get to know someone because you want them to be a part of what you get to experience in this crazy, amazing, awful, fucked world that we’re all stuck and lost in’ at first sight.
The entire train car is empty except for the two of them. The only sounds heard are the scraping of the train on the steel tracks zooming by the world at sixty miles per hour and the static sounding fifties music playing over the speaker.
This only goes on about a minute before she starts walking to take a seat. She finds one exactly in the middle of the car along the glass window still covered in grey rain droplets, and sits down. He makes his way to the center of the car and takes a seat along the glass window that is still covered in grey rain droplets, directly across from her.
She smiles. He smiles back and is instantly lost in the deep blue oceans of love and despair that he sees in her zealous eyes. Their gaze doesn’t break.
It is almost as if these two people are experiencing an urge that can not be fought, some pull in the universe, or some sort of chemical or biological reaction upon contact with one another. Not even as people, or even human, but as souls. The train car is filled with such intensity, neither one of them is able to breathe without feeling like they were going to vomit all over each other.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hi,” she replies.
It’s so perfect, that this will only end in disaster. Little do they know how dumb they were, how in love they could be, and how broken they would end up.