If this was a movie | tricia robredo oneshots

unexpected meeting

tricia's pov

evening falls, heavy rainfall. I went to a train station and had a ride back home. I took a seat and sat next to a girl. she seems tired.

I was staring at my—her—staring at our reflection, on the other side of the train. the view was magnificent but her face was more interesting than the city lights and sky view.

I felt a weight on my shoulder, and when I turned to look what—who was it. it's her, the same girl. I shifted myself into a comfortable position and pulled the girl closer next to me so she can sleep.

it stayed like this until the train stops. it was my station. I tap her gently, and woke her up, "hey, miss ... I'm sorry but I—" I didn't be able to finish my sentence when she, "oh my god- I didn't mean to sleep on you. I was really tired and- and-" I smiled at her,

"no, it's alright. as long as you had a good sleep. although, I have to go now. this is my station," I uttered, "ah. I see. well... this is also mine ..."

what a coincidence...

we both went off the train and started walking, heading home. I insist that I should take her home since mine was just one street apart from hers. "you sure you want me to take me home? I mean... you let me sleep on your shoulder and still insisted to take me home. I couldn't thank you enough..." she stated, walking alongside me.

"that was nothing. it's pretty late, you know. I couldn't just let you go home alone like that." I muttered, and she nodded.

we didn't do much besides talking while walking on her way home. but if I was being honest, I find the short trip too short. I was hoping for another minute to talk with her, but... "here we are. thank you for taking me home. ...?"

the silence engulfing us when I suddenly realized that she's asking me my name.

"oh! it's tricia—" she laughed, "we've been talking since earlier, and yet, both of us haven't said each other's name." I laugh as I realized, "well..."

"nice to meet you, tricia. I'm y/n,"

reaching out for my hand to shake. "nice to meet you, y/n."

she asked me if I could stay but I politely decline the offer. not because I don't want to, but because I have to. because of my work for tomorrow. I began walking as I recall the events of today's unexpected meeting.

y/n, huh? somehow hearing her name fills a void somewhere in me. and makes me feel silly inside, it's weird. it's weird that this is the first time I felt that kind of feeling.

somehow her name brings an unknown feeling to me. sounds like dejavu. a feeling that I had met her somewhere before.

and I hope to meet her again someday.