She was seated on a chair along the wall of the Metro as it rumbled along beneath the world. She sat there watching, listening. She watched with real interest as the commuters came and went, in and out of the tram hurriedly on their way to their busy lives.
She watched the faces of the commuters as she sat there. They all seemed the same to her. Different of course, but they were all just faces. Nothing special about them. Just generic, basic faces.
There was no good reason for why she had decided to watch faces. It had simply come to her. It seemed like something worth her time. She had walked the ten minutes from her apartment to the Metro station and decided that today she would be watching people’s faces. For as long as she wanted.
She continued to sit there as the people came and went, the faces different but all generic. She felt like she was in some sort of dystopian science fiction novel that reflected the ordinary aspects of all humankind.
She took a sip of her coffee and continued the process. It intrigued her. How could people have such different faces yet you could not remember a single one after they dispersed? It bothered her in a way.
She continued the process of watching the faces as they shifted in front of her, back and forth. All of a sudden one face caught her eye. He sat down directly in front of her and stared straight ahead, right above her as if not having noticed her existence. His face was basic, but it seemed to glow in front of her. He had a full head of light brown hair, trimmed perfectly from side to side, his face was perfectly symmetrical and every intricacy of his face was created in absolute perfection as if the face had been created from a 3D printer.
She continued to stare at the man’s face with interest as he continued to stare straight ahead looking up above her. She turned and looked behind her but there was nothing there but the backdrop of the grey underground city metro stations. The man was looking at nothing in particular.
She continued to watch him for about another minute, yet she found it unsurprising that the man didn’t notice being watched. He seemed completely oblivious to her presence.
She suddenly noticed in slight shame and embarrassment that she was now bordering on obsession. Why was she unable to control herself? Why did staring at this man become something she needed to do?
Finally they reached the end of the route and the voice on the intercom reminded everyone to get off. The man quickly got up from his seat and headed out the door, following the crowd of other commuters.
She hesitated momentarily before jumping from her seat and following him out the door and out into the metro station. As she exited, she was relieved to find that she could spot the man even from a distance. He seemed to glow as if radiating all possible energy. It was all so strange. Yet she followed him. It felt like she had to, that it was her fate to follow the man.
The man walked up the steps of the metro station and she followed him, hurrying out the metro station and out into the cold streets. He appeared unfazed by the cold, frosty temperature.
The man then crossed the road, following a few commuters. Without a thought she followed him across the road.
Suddenly she felt something slam into her and she felt her body floating through the air before her body crashed into the concrete road a few seconds later. Then the pain arrived. First in her head, then in her chest, then the rest of her body. She had been hit by the car. That much she understood.
She turned her head to look down the street and could see the man from the metro. He was now watching her. He continued to look at her for a few seconds as if sharing an understanding with her before he turned and walked away.
That was when she understood. She had just witnessed the face of god. And he had been there to guide her to her fate. Then everything went black.
