One student was frantically cramming his paper in the coffee shop at around 10:00 pm and thus I had to close shop later than I had hoped.
He was so close to tears as he begged me for a few more minutes before I turned the wifi on him and asked for another cold-brewed coffee to keep him strong. I pitied him but if I pitied every student that crams their papers on the coffee shop then I will never be able to go home.
College can really be a dreadful place and the only way to survive is to sometimes be selfish.
I mean I have my own papers to cram but I don't do it at the expense of others that needs to close shop.
It was almost 11:00 and the train that should've been here 10 minutes ago was a no show.
The station was almost empty, the remaining few that waited on the platform with me were visibly tired and worn. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed and get a good night's sleep before my 7:00 am class tomorrow morning. I turned the volume of my music higher as the faint glow of the train's headlight came into view. I can barely hear its engine running as it slowed down.
The doors opened in front of me and I dragged my feet inside.
I turned my eyes to my right and saw two very familiar figures stepping into the car a few feet away from me. They both looked tired and beaten by the day as well. I was quite sure that it was Mark and Barry but I was too tired to confirm it in any way.
Plus, I gain nothing from doing it and it would just open a chest of memories that I am too exhausted to deal with tonight.
YOU ARE READING
STOPS
القصة القصيرةTo Barry, her first love. To Mark, the boy who broke her heart. To the persons, they became in between.
