The Sun

Welcome to the new city

The night is not that warm as i thought.
My thin denim jacket is cold and not giving me the comfort that I need right now.
I shake a little bit.
Squeeze my eyes shut for a second.
Damn.This air is really cold and I'm not used to this.

Sitting to the bench of this train station . Seeing people are passing out by . Their conversations making me uncomfortable. This is too noisy. the night lights of the station and this cold air of this new city. I'm hitting on it already.

I swipe my phone screen. Reading the last message of aunt bela .

" Wait in the station bench love. David is on his way to reseve you. And his car color is red.. I hope you will recognize him :) can't wait to see you"

I take a deep breath and look right on me once again. but all I can see , there is no red car stopping on the side road of the station. All cars are moving around randomly.

It almost three hours and I'm sitting here on this loudly place. Watching the sun gose down behind to the mountain and letting this coldly evening torture me.
I'm tired . And Annoyed . How long i can site here like this way ? This is how the city welcoming me. Very well.

I put the earphone on my ear and start the music..run fingers to my hair. Move my body a little bit.
Trying to make myself comfortable but seems I'm failing here.
like since the 10 morning I'm sitting on the train and now here.
Seriously? my butt is not made with the woods.
The pain in my back is too noticeable now.

Maybe it is on my dream or maybe it is real that I'm feeling something shakes on my arm.

Suddenly I'm on all my senses

Shit! I fall asleep . And how it's possible..on a train station really?

"Hey!!"

Someone's voice make me back to the reality.

A pear of eyes. Hursh . Annoyed. And chocolate. It's very very chocolatey colors. And fimilier to me.

"Are you crazy? How can you sleep here ?"

That voice is deep and commanding.

I know the face.His eyes are still the same bright glassy..His long eyebrows, sharp nose. unshaved chin. The hair is the same browny black . Right now kind of very messy and his body.

His body that I'm not recognising.

14 years old little tiny boy named, David.

Now standing in front of me with his long strong flash. That doesn't same as I could remember.

I try to stand as quickly as possible still blinking hard.
But God, I lost my balance.
And in a moment i felt him close to me and his hand on my back to catching me in a second.

"Shit.. watch out!"

As he says loudly. His breath on my face. I look at him in shock and his eyes meet mine. Wilder, deep shades. He smells smoky and something unknown. That's not kind of that I like.

He is very annoyed right now. Pressing his lips together.

Without any realising my hand on his forearm. His skin is warm and smooth . My fingers shakes a bit upon his tightened muscles.
I can't deny the warmeness of him . And it's almost giving me goosebumps . God it's so embarrassing.
I was cold before and now his body's warmness making me uncomfortable. My cheek burning up.

I take my balance back and release myself from him quickly .
Having deep breath for the sudden tension and surprise. This is not the loving boy from your childhood . This is a man from this new city. And seems the man is very harsh and unknown.

"You are so late " I say.

My voice is law and weak, I didn't talked long time.

Right now I don't know what else to say him.

This is so awkward moment.

After meeting with him so many years. This is the first line he hearing from me. And I'm trying to not look at him. We don't even say " Hi " to us.
I'm feeling little lost and sad here honestly.
This is not the situation that I've been dreaming about.

Taking my luggage . Hanging the side bags on my arm . I glance at him real quick.
Waiting him to move first. His face very tight and feelingless.
Those eyes holding colds but nothing else.
Well when did a smiley beautiful boy becomes this hard and cold. I don't understand . He seems so different.

He turns around and starts to walk with big steps. Lefting me behind very fast with my hands full of things.

My eyes are wide.

Well , Yes, He is grwon up, very taller . And He is such a gentleman ofcourse.

My imagination falls wrong.

I frown.
Damn , My mood becoming more than more worse after I step in here.

And after eyeing David's red car I must have admit that I never been this car heater before right now the way I'm.

Like seriously?

Red is a symbol of rose. And this stupid car nothing but a reason of polluting air. The name of red is just a shame infront of this dump car.

He is on the driving seat.
And I'm standing like a fool . He didn't even helping me to place my bags on his car.

But this is not the worst part of the moment .

When I'm placing my staff to the car . Trying to be careful that my hand-made vase does not break that i put on my bag.

And that moment, without any notice the rain just starts to fall .

In some seconds , Mercilessly the cold rain drops all over my body.

And a new arrive train giving it's whistle from the station and I'm feeling that it's just telling me

"Welcome to the new city , Juliette"