Short Stories Collection

In That Same Station

At around 8:50 pm.
The railway station was full of people. Everyone in there was waiting for the train that would arrive at 9:00. Among them, there was a handsome young man wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of black jeans trousers, was sitting on a chair in the waiting room and watching the movie
'You've got a mail' on his phone. He was looking at his hand watch. It seemed to him that the time has stopped.

-Ohh... why isn't the train coming?

He focused on watching the movie again. And after a few moments, the train arrived. He glanced at the hand watch again and it was 9:00 pm.
He quickly picked up his shoulder bag and got into the train and looked for his seat. He found it, it was just beside the window seat. There was a beautiful young lady sitting on the Window seat. She was wearing a purple oversized sweatshirt paired  with a floral mini skirt, her hair was tied into a ponytail style using a purple velvet ribbon. She looked so cute. The young man sat beside her. And he noticed that there were some men in black suit sitting on the back seats. They were glaring at him. He gulped hard but tried to act normal. He glanced at the girl sitting beside him and found her reading a book.
The young man put on his earphones again and started watching the movie. And that was when he received an e-mail. He was surprised.
He opened the mail and it was send to him by one of his admirers and that person sent him the mail praising about his works. He was actually a great writer and he gained fame at an early age. But most people have not seen him in real life.
He was not sure if the person was a boy or a girl. He replied to the admirer saying Thanks. Then the young man again glanced at the lady and he didn't know why but this lady seemed very familiar to him but couldn't remember where he had seen her.
After some time, he found people are coming towards them and they were taking photos of the lady, requesting her to give an autograph and so on. That only meant she was a popular face but still he couldn't remember her. So, he just focused on watching movie. He was not interested to know about her at all. The lady noticed that and so, she was the one who started the conversation.

-Hello! I'm Vivian and you?

The young man glanced at her again. Vivian? The famous actress? That's why everyone was coming with requests to give them an autograph.

-I'm Deniz. Nice to meet you.

Vivian looked at Deniz and smiled.

-You're the first one to act normal with me. Thanks for that. Everyone just come to me and treat me as a celebrity and I'm tired of all these.

She showed him the men sitting on the back seats and told him not to be afraid of them since they were her bodyguards. Deniz chuckled loudly.

-Ohh it's nothing.

-So, what do you do?

-I'm a student.

Saying that, Deniz glanced at the book she was reading and it was written by him. He smiled a little in his own mind. But he didn't say that he was the writer of the book. He was hesitating to reveal his identity to her since she was a well-known actress and he thought that she would laugh about it if he told her that he was the writer.
They continued to talk about random things. Deniz kinda liked the lady. He started to admire her not because she was a celebrity or of her beauty but because of her personality and her wisdom.
After some time, they decided to eat something and Vivian offered Deniz to eat with her. They shared their food with each other. And then they continued to talk again. While having conversation, Vivian stated that she wanted to go to a lavender garden wearing a black dress the same as Deniz described in a special part of his story.

-So, where are you going now?

Deniz asked her. She said that she had a special scene to be shot in a place so she was heading towards it. But suddenly her car broke and the place was not too far away so she decided to take the train.
The train crossed a bridge and under the bridge, there was a beautiful lavender garden. Through the window, they saw the lavender garden. Vivian exclaimed with joy,