It was a normal Tuesday after work, coming to an end of a very grey summer in the city. I came meet her at our default exit at the main station around 8 pm. She was wearing her most common outfit. A very informal and loose blue blouse, big white shoes and casual cream trousers. She knew I loved it, perhaps that had something to do with her wearing it so often. Although I’m not quite sure anymore.
I had not seen her for 3 days, I was impatient and it had been a very long day, so I gave her a very intense hug, right now my doubts tell maybe that hug wasn't corresponded, but I wouldn't be able to tell.
But it was an overall good day, she was happy, with that smile that just lightened up the whole alley. It was dark, it was dodgy, but she just walked as like nothing matter. Telling me about her day and how happy she was she was out of the office, simple stuff, regular day.
And right there I noticed it, she did not walk. She was floating. She walked so gracefully, while telling me a story about a normal situation of everyday life, but she was filled with energy. She just kept going, I was blown away. Sometimes I wonder now if I was too quiet all the time, but I was always amazed by her, fascinated. Hypnotised by stupid things that by the way she tells stories sounded like an amazing adventure. She was saying that she talked to a long time friend after several months and in my mind sounded like new world being discovered. I didn't quite know back then but now I'm sure.
By the end of the street before hitting the lights of the street again we always got to this bar with a name she truly loved, and she immediately turned around, halfway through to look at me, with half a smile and the face of a 5 year old that just did something very cheeky. It was a face of looking for recognition, looking for acceptance but always with that strong confidence, always cocky feeling.
Out of impulse I had to hug her. I just held her every single time. I have never felt this strong need of protecting somebody. Of making sure she was safe. Not that she needed it though. She was the type of girl that would smack a glass of whisky in your hand and go wash her hands with fancy cream so her hands are not ruined. The perfect combination of a rock star and a piece of old porcelain.
There are countless number of days like that. Where ordinary turned into spectacular. This level of amusement led me to ignore what was happening in the real world. I saw her turning one more time at me with her half smile. She ask me politely not to put her in a position where she had to turn me down. I said I wouldn’t. I promised. Her wishes are still more important than mine.
I ran across her path last night. A completely random train heading a way neither of us would be normally using. I believed she saw me, I know I did. It's funny how life can turn loved ones into total strangers. She was alone. She was happy. I was not alone but miserable. She shines. She will always shine.
I also liked the overall simplicity of this and that you kept it short. There are plenty of places you could expand this story into a longer short, but I feel like you're trying to keep it more of a flash fiction, super short length and that's fine. I'll point out a couple of places I think you could expand in case you are looking to make this a bit longer, but if not no worries! 
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