this is a short story I wrote to what I felt today. It’s fictional so I do not want to be sued about how it’s like your life. =)
Anyway, I want to dedicate this short to the guy who inspired me to write this. You probably will never get to know it but thank you. I haven’t written something in what seems like ages!
ANYWAY, this was not exactly proofread so I expect errors.
A moment can happen at anytime, anywhere and at any age. It doesn’t matter how long or short they are but in those seconds, hours, days, months to years, our perspectives can really change. Those are the moments that stays with us forever; coming up whenever it feels like reminding us of what had occurred. Even if its just an imagination of our mind, it can still be a beautiful story our minds create.
[that was not a part of the story xD. just my ramblings prior to my writing.]
She quickly sped towards her destination with her gaze upon the ground. It was when she accidentally stumbled on the sidewalk did she think to look around her surroundings. Noticing there were no cars around, she continued towards her destination. She cannot be late to her seminar again. Not with all the looks she gets when she opens the door to a quiet auditorium.
When she finally reached the train station, she heard the train’s arrival. Panicking, she quickly got across the turnstile and raced up the stairs. “Wait!” she shouted as she reached the train’s entrance. One of the train’s conductors smiled at her and said, “Late again?” She blushed faintly and thanked him for waiting. She found a seat and plopped down as she wiped away the sweat on her forehead.
The train continued on its destination when a boy stepped in and sat across from her. She hadn’t noticed him until she looked up from her book. The boy had headphones on while sketching in his notebook. She rotated the stares between him and his notebook. The boy finally felt someone staring and looked up. Through his black rimmed glasses, his brilliant blue eyes stared into her curious violet eyes. She blushed at being caught and looked back at her book. It was strange but she was captivated by him.
The next few weeks, she would be on time to catch that train in hopes of seeing him again. To her luck, she always saw him and he was always sketching. However, her semester was ending and so did these train meetings.
Two years later.
He concentrated on his drawings of the beautiful cherry blossom trees at the botanical gardens. His trance was finally broken when a blossom fell onto his notebook. He stopped and smiled at the beauty before him. He couldn’t help but remember the girl with the violet eyes. He remembered one day on the train, the girl was intensely looking at the botanical gardens photographs of cherry blossoms. Honestly, it was the reason why he was there in the first place. He figured one day, they might accidentally bump into each other again.
Holding the delicate flower in his hands, he flipped back to his earlier sketches. One of them was of the girl reading peacefully on the train. He couldn’t help but become captivated by her eyes and even her presence. She was cute with the way she was caught looking at his art. Turning back to his work, he started adding the finishing touches. When he was done, he placed it into his folder and walked to the station.
It was a brief moment when their gazes met. He was leisurely walking when she bounded quickly to her destination. It was almost like their “first” meeting she thought with a smile forming on her face. They were about half a block away from each other but their eyes never left each other’s. His was still a pretty blue while hers were still a glittery violet under the sun’s rays. They both smiled at one another and nodded – acknowledging the others’ presence. Afterwards, they passed each other like it was just another day.
One day, I will properly greet him.
One day, I will finally meet her.
And maybe, one day, they will. For now, it will just be another unforgettable moment in their lives.