" that's another day passed, huh?" I say to myself as I watch the last train pass by before me on the slippery rail track, too slippery to walk yet in my mind i just want to jump on it, i wonder why.
I wonder why I didn't ride the train, wasn't that the last one?
Aow man, I'd be spending the rest of the night who knows where huh.
Rain's still pouring down as if it won't stop before I do, coincidence? Hope not.
" Ops " I make a sound, noticing just now that I'd left my lighter in the office that I hate so much. I wouldn't have anything to pass the time either, is what I mean, oh man, oh my life, how has it taken a turn like this?
Oh wait, now that I think about it....
Wasn't there another person who came beside me, not that we talked but she's also from the company i work at, no?
I guess she's already boarded the train huh.
" Don't forget your stuff " someone, who is sitting beside me says as she gives me a lighter. Yes, this does look like something I know, hm.....
" Thanks " and i take the lighter, and with it I burn the tip of the cigarette. And— Wait what?
Where'd the lighter come from.
" Care to explain? " I ask, to the person who sat beside me.
" Explain... What exactly? " They reply, or rather. state a question of herself. Sweet, I've never flirted before.
" Why have you not gone with the last train? "
" Same reason as you " she replies, but why?
And wait, what was my own reason....
Fuck, i forgot.
" You know " she begin, oh and now she starts to talk.
Around us the light dims more than it already dated to, maybe because the need for them no longer applies much?
" No i do n— " as I began to propose a sarcastic comment to her thought, before i could speak the last word.
She spoke and interrupted me, and she said.
" I want to die " of course, Yes. That phrase is far too familiar, I know it far too well. That phrase is something I'd say if I was alone right about now.
Oh the word death, doesn't that sound too great? An end to something you never agreed to begin, an end to something you wish would be a tiny bit better the next day, an end to something that never truly started.
And in the end, an end to something... That's practically nothing to the eyes of me.
I sat there... We sat there in silence for the past a few minutes before she spoke once again.
" Sorry, that was awkward "
Oh yes, so it was.
" To be honest " and i finally speak, and the rain pour down more, and i speak before she could, and i say. " Take me with you " that's all that i managed to forword as I stood up, finally taking a look at her.
Brown, her eyes, eyes that should've been dark black, even her hair had turned slight brown but I liked it better that way. If only my opinion mattered...
Tight in her office suit, and sharp in her thoughts. In that sleek blink of the slight gaze i think, and yes, i think... I fell in love?
Oh yes, the word love. A word yet defined by no one, a word no one knows what it means.
For everyone the interpretation for the word love is different than the other.
For you, it might mean to hold onto your blanket and wish he'd notice you, for you it might mean to clinge onto the forgone feelings, for you it might mean to always protect her.
But to me? Love is just a word I use when I touch heaven, and when i touch the place where i truly belong, and when I press down the words. And When the title of a writer is put upon me, when I think that my words fill heart, and to be honest, I know it doesn't.
" Are you sure? " She asked, her gaze glancing over my shoulder skipping my face to burn, and then i think. And then i speak
" Yes " an answer too straight to admit but swaping away any risk.
And then, after she hears my response or so do I think, she pounds her soft palm to the bench where we sat, rather ordering me to sit down near her.
For the next half hour i sit, the rain had now stopped but the droplets of water that stuck to the ceiling of the train station had yet to drop completely.
Beside me, she's drawing a picture of the scenary before us. Three rail tracks that are still wet, even on her imagination, a bench a ceiling a shop that is closed and a sun that is yet to rise and a dog that never walked across the station and then there is me holding her hand pulling her in and hoping she wouldn't jump before the train that is to arrive at the station.
Yes, she chose me. Oh but it's just a picture, how could I feel emotional? Or is it just the rain water that slipped on my face, and to make me feel as if I am bleeding tears through my eyes? Stupid i think to myself.
And then, she placed her stroke, the last stroke on the painting. Just then, as I tried to look away when she looked at me, she fell to my shoulders, her head now in complete proximity to my shoulder.
" Wha— " shocked i tried to rebell, not because I was irritated or frustrated by her approach, but by fear... Fear that my self that is in love with this woman, now, without permission, might slip a kiss or two to her lips. And, to her face, to her eyes that were now closed. Why? And she trusted me so much, and so, why?
But just then, my phone rings zzzz-zzzz it's now three-thirty of what is for others still midnight, and what is for me, the morning and the chance to start something new, what people call it, repeatedly, over and over Again... A new chapter to my life.
" Good morning ladies and gentlemen, the first train of today to rasagi will now arrive withen five minutes, please stand away from the yellow line and enjoy the ride. Thank you "
" Alllllright " she jumps awake, and just then did I notice that the lights were never dimmed and then she looks at me and asks " what is your answer? " Her face now a bit more joyful than it was mere moments ago.
" My.... Answer? " I was confused, I knew what she meant, but I was confused.
" Yes, tell me. What is your answer? "
I stare at myself for two minutes exactly, and then I look up.
This is my chance, this is my one and only chance to tell her how I feel about her or else I will never be able to tell her, or maybe anyone ever again that I grew feelings for them.
How? Why? When? Those are not the answers she wants from me now.
" My answer " i began to speak as I stand up yet again, one more time.
" I love you " an answer too straight to admit, yet i love it. It's so simple, the word love, and yet those are the very a few words that fall under the umbrella of why is it so hard to speak? And yet, I said it.
" And " as her reply formed, as she gaped her mouth to speak, i tight my fist.
But before i could hear her say anything, the loud engine of the train disrupts what was meant to be, for me, the wholesomest moment of my life, and once in a lifetime moment of my life. That was, her reply.
And yet, my phone ringed once again.
3:30AM
The clock above the table and beside my phone is showing three thirty in the morning.
I open my eyes in surprise and disbelief.
Above me is a ceiling in yellow, i recognise this ceiling. It's my own room after all.
" That's Another day passed, huh? " I say to myself as I prepare myself to brace from another day, and think how beautiful of a dream i just had.
" I like this kind of dream, but maybe this is hurting me... " A slight pause to think what i should. " Who cares anyway? "
And just then, I hear another footstep outside my room, fast and furious as they synced perfectly with the pop music playing on the TV.
" Oh! " The person gasped.
" You are awake! " Excitedly, they look at me with a smile so bright why the sun that is yet to rise would look dimmer than it. Oh, the word love so complicated it compares with just about anything?
" Good morning" and along with it
" my honey " i hear.
Yes... " Good morning " i remember now, it wasn't a dream after all, was it?
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Written by { dhoben }
Published by { noobBooks studio }
Published on { Webnovel TMR }
Editor { raitha, leaf on books studio }
Translation { nooblate eng studio & sub studio }