Sincerely, The girl who left words Unsaid

Prologue

Can you hear it?

I think you need to listen more carefully, listen beyond the sound of rain that feels like the silver pearls falling from heaven, listen beyond the rattling sound of this old train on the very same rusty track, and beyond the shouts of Stephanie screaming in her same old ugly voice, 'Let go of me Jenny' and maybe if you manage to listen past all the noises, you might manage to hear the symphony of her tears, the sound of her breaking heart, the loud caterwaul begging someone to pull the chain, make the train stop and deep inside her, the shrill cheep of the bird, unaware of the pull of the cage where she is praying that she holds on and doesn't fall of the train compartment.

The train somehow stopped. People came out humming, assumptions of the stories they already had made up in their head, wearing a strange look on their faces, no empathy, no sympathy just bare faces.

Some were humble, some were sensitive, surprisingly, and they picked her up and made her sit nearby on the track. They got her water but she couldn't swallow, her mouth was dry yet it burnt like a shot of tequila was poured in. Her eyes were red, she had hurt her (she hadn't the faintest idea of why, she thought she lost her memory, although who knew someday how badly she would wish she had actually lost it all, wiped clean slate) she looked around and so shoulders clinging over her, she was scared first for herself for a moment but then realized it's not important. 

She screamed right when people thought she can't even speak a single word 'Stephanie'.

She begged everyone to stop that fool from being so recklessly relentless, stop her before she does what she intended to, she lied she is fine just to avoid all those stares. She picked up her phone and searched for a number to call but found just one name somehow, the one she couldn't call. Her brother, Johnathan. Her eyes burnt as she cried, she coughed as someone lit up a cigarette close by, damn! How much she hated smoke. She was lost in the smoke, maybe even passed out.

A thousand miles away, somewhere far along the road, far away from her, seven floors above the ground, standing on the edge of the terrace, black torn cargoes and his flat sole black and white jordans, a white v neck t-shirt and a comforting black hoodie, he stood effortlessly with one hand holding on to his prized possession lighter, a silver matt finish zippo that had a slight scent of fuel, and letting go off to the last cigarette for the day, he has dropped it down on the ground. He was lost in the smoke, for sure he passed out and he fell. 

Thankfully, backward.

He was the boy who loved, a patronous that never worked and she was sincerely the girl who was meant to be loved.

Unknown, unaware, unfelt, unnoticed, uncertain, unspoken, unheard, unsaid, unseen, who knew slowly, gradually, eventually yet suddenly they will...