Present time, 2019
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that happened 8 years ago. she's still here at the Terminal, the infrastructure that bore her family name. the crowd gets thinner and fewer, as time ticks away fastly. when she look up, it says 11:00 AM.
she sighed sadly and lean back at her seat. then, out of the blue, an old song played:
"so i came down at the aisle of the bus and you sat, by my side. shoulder up to shoulder we share that nine o' clock ride..."
tears fell freely from her eyes as the song went on. she doesn't know the title of that song,or who the singer was. but all she know is that it perfectly describes how the bus and the terminal made her realize one important thing: you can't choose who you're gonna ride with, but you can always make the bus stop and bravely go to another route, or just stay where you want to go and regret not doing anything later.
she could've chose to make the bus stop and bravely go to another route,but she didn't.
" you wouldn't have left if i'd been half a man..."
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SHORT STORIES I: The Terminal
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