Every_Night_With_You

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(I think this OST from Yandere Simulator suits the whole story, to be honest- ANYTEEWAYS, continue reading <3)

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Night, by definition, is the period in which light isn't present. For the most part anyway.

Every day and night, I ride the same train to school and back home each day. Every time I step foot onto this train, I always see someone. I get a nostalgic feeling from them, but I can't really put my finger on it. Sure, I've seen them before, but it was more like I've spoken to them and met them before. But... I don't think I ever did.

09:02 pm

Today was like every other day. I never see this guy in the morning, but he's always here at night. Maybe he just lives in the same area as me, or maybe he coincidentally, if that's even possible at this rate, always gets in the same booth as me. The doors slid open and I stepped in, waving at him as usual, and sat down.

"Hey." He greeted in his usual monotone, it seems like he isn't surprised that we see each other every night.

He always spoke in a monotone like he felt no emotion and wore the same clothes. I hope he washes them. He can't be a homeless person that sleeps on the train because he's always got a new fancy drink with him, and I've seen him working at some cafe before. He usually wore black jeans, gray shoes, black sunglasses that were sometimes on his head or hanging on his collar, a black t-shirt, and has some well-fashioned hair. He also has some piercings. They suit him and they don't look that bad. Occasionally, he has a jacket or an umbrella if it is too cold, raining, or too sunny.

I feel like I'd usually be home by now, but I don't really care either. He keeps staring at me... or maybe he's just looking in my direction. It's too hard to tell with the bags under his eyes. Maybe he should stop drinking coffee and staying up late. It's kind of attractive though... his half-lidded eyes, the shade coming from his hair, his relaxed position, his toned body... he looks so calm but so... authoritative.

Ew. I feel like a pervert. I don't even know him and that's the first thing I think about. Just focus on something else. That's what I should be doing.

The train eventually stopped. I got up and waved goodbye--well, more like see you tomorrow-- then headed home. It's windy tonight, there aren't any clouds in the sky, and the moon seems brighter than usual. There aren't many cars out, but some other people are skating around and going out on night strolls. There's the occasional chirping of a bird that was awake, but it dies out as I enter my home. No one is home so it'd just be me for the night, again. I already finished all my homework before getting on the train so I'd be fine.

I'm too lazy to eat, so I walk up into my room and start sleeping. For most of the time, I'm staring into the darkness and walking down a bright green trail of grass. I don't dare to step off, I'd rather not know what's happening the moment I do that. I saw a figure waiting in the distance. At first, they were just a shadow but the closer I got, the more color leaks into my vision. It's him. The guy I see every night. I don't stop walking despite wanting to, but I wouldn't... I don't know why. I'm just so drawn to him.

I've spent about 20 - 35 minutes with this guy every night, maybe it has something to do with that. Maybe I've grown attached to someone I barely know through a bond that was built silently, Only time will tell.

I want to know his name now. I may as well ask tomorrow night; hopefully, he's there. Hopefully? How strange... I've never thought this way about anyone; besides, he's always there. Just stop thinking about him. I have school tomorrow, and he's just like every other person; he doesn't matter.

07:23 am

It's very quiet and boring the next morning. Very quiet. My throat is extremely dry and my eyes felt very wet. Was I crying in my sleep? Doesn't matter. Just need to get ready and head off to school before I'm late. I have food, but I don't really want to eat, but it would be good to eat breakfast... maybe something small? I don't need to eat less; I'm too skinny; nor am I athletic, so I'm just skin and bones. I make some toast quickly and slather some jam on it. I walk out and see one of my friends waiting for me, but she's really my aunty, and that's just due to our complicated family.