Among the Fallen.

chapter four.

"Maybe when I'm older

I'll run out of stories about you, yeah"

           -When I'm older, Ashe.

September 8th, 2017. Edinburgh.

My seat was taken, again. I had been sitting in the same seat every time I got inside this bus, ever since my first day in Edinburgh. It was near the back door, it had a great view, and it was my seat. The bus had half of the seats available, but I didn't want any of those. I rolled my eyes as I picked a random seat. I guess I'll have to be earlier tomorrow.

"My seat is taken again." I typed, waiting for an answer back from my sister. I looked back at my seat, a blonde woman was reading a book, unaware of anyone around her. She seemed to be also writing something in the book, completely lost in her world. A phone rang, she lifted her gaze from the book. I cleared my throat and returned my sight to the road, the phone kept ringing, it was my phone.

I picked it up, it was Brooke.

September 12th, 2017. Edinburgh.

"You were in my seat." I turned my head around to see who it was, the blonde girl who was always in my seat. I raised an eyebrow. Her seat? She was wearing an oversized gray hoodie, black jeans, and a small red bag on her shoulder. A blue book was resting in between her arms. She was also wearing black sunglasses, it's not even that sunny in Edinburgh for her to wear them.

"I'm sorry, but that's my seat." I said, she lifted her sunglasses allowing me to finally address the color of her now narrowed eyes.

Blue, light blue.

"We'll see about that."

She turned her head both ways making sure no cars were coming before crossing the road.

September 18th, 2017. Edinburgh.

I paid the bus driver the exact amount of money today, he nodded as I made my way to my favorite seat. It was cold today, I blew some air into my hands while I walked down the aisle of the familiar bus. A pair of Doc Martens were resting on the seat, I raised an eyebrow finding the same blonde woman in my seat. Her back was resting on the window, so her feet were lightly coming out of the two-seats. She looked away from her book, it was a different book today.

"Good morning," she cockily smiled, I shook my head and sat in the parallel seat. "Told you it was my seat." she mumbled and went back to her reading.

I got my phone out and started scrolling through Instagram.

This just got personal.

September 19th, 2017. Edinburgh. 8:00 am.

Tuesday, I was standing at the bus stop half an hour early because I wanted my seat. It was a good seat and I refused to hand it to her. I could see the bus coming so I raised my arm to let the driver know I would hop on that one. The bus stopped and I eagerly got in, paid the driver not the exact amount today but I told him to keep the change. I scanned the whole bus, my seat was free, a wide smile drew on my face.

I practically ran to it, left my things on the seat next to me and enjoyed the view, a view I hadn't had the chance to look at. Brooke was right, Edinburgh was one of the most beautiful cities in the world. It was as if you were living inside a romantic movie, well that's what my sister said. I didn't completely agree with her. It rained a lot, and it was cold.

I couldn't wait to see blondie's face when she saw me sitting here.

I kept looking at the door, but she never showed up.