A romantic drama about a college student Ella, who falls for an infamous rockstar college student Chris Henderson while she moves to a new country. A spark occurred when she saw him first time at the train station. Moving into her aunt's house, she...
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_If I had another day with him, I'd rather die with him_
28th Feb, 2009,
"Ella, let's take a photo together," said my uncle. We were in the waiting area of the airport and after a few minutes, I had leave to for the United Kingdom. I stood next to him and raised my hand to take a selfie when my mother spoke.
"I am not in the frame," she snorts. My uncle who was her younger brother looked at her annoyed. "I am not taking any photo. Alas, take with her," he said, angrily and turned his back towards me. I looked at them with shock and a jolt of anger hit my nerves. I threw the chips packet I was holding in my hand on the floor. "I don't want this," I screamed. "Then give this to him," said my mother forcing the packet into my cousin's hand who was 10 years old. "I don't want it," he said. My mother was losing her mind and I was thinking what was getting into her. It was my last day in that country, I'd never see her again, and all she was doing stupid fights. My aunt walked in, and took the chips packet from my cousin's hand and forced it in my hand.
"Take this or else your mother will get worse on us," she whispered to me. I took the chips. My mother's behavior was beyond my expectations. She was not even looking at me. All I wanted was a hug after all those years at least she could have done this for me.
I walked ahead with a heavy heart towards the inbound section. I did not look back to my mom because I was sure I wouldn't see anything that my inner child wanted at that moment. I was leaving that place once and for all and I was not thinking about the future but there was something for me ahead. Something that changed my life once and for all.
1st March, 2009, London
I walked out of the airport and a very unfamiliar scent hit my senses. It was pleasant or not I was unable to determine. I said bye to my fellow passengers and walked out of the airport boundaries. My first step towards a new life. I was hopeful that I would find a healthy and happy life here as compared to my previous one. I was waiting for my aunt to come and pick me up from the airport. I had plans to live with her. She was my mother's second cousin. I had never seen her or even met her before. I stood there and looked around at the people. It was 8:00 pm. After a while, my phone rang and my aunt's name appeared on the screen, her name was Sophia. I answered the call and a smooth voice touched my hearing senses.
"Hello, is this Capella?" she asked me.
"Yeah, it's me. Mum gave me your number," I said.
"How are you?" she asked me. The air was touching my hair and they were blowing. The weather was a bit colder here as compared to my country.
"I am good, just a bit cold," I said, honestly. She chuckled. I felt a bit awkward because I was talking to her for the first time.
"Where are you right now?" she asked me another question. I cleared my throat.
"I am outside of the Heathrow airport," I said.
"I am coming to get you, wait there for me," she said.
"Amm, okay," I said. It was getting awkward but she seemed so nice. I was feeling awkward just because I was talking to her for the first time.
She hangs up the phone and I decide to explore this place. I put on my headphones as usual because it was my habit. It was cloudy with the outbreak of drizzle. I just put my phone in my pocket and started walking. Half an hour passed and I was walking meaninglessly. The cold was hitting my bones.
My phone beeped and I fetched it out of my pocket. It was a Message from my aunt.
"Sorry dear, as I am away from the city you are right now it is taking me long," she wrote me.
I started typing.
"It's okay, which city you are in?" I asked.
"I am near the three bridges," I received her text.
"Okay don't worry, I am taking the train to reach there, and then you can pick me up," I typed.
"That would be great, sorry for the inconvenience," she typed.
"No, that's fine," I typed.
I looked around and found a railway station known as 'The Elizabeth line'. I knew a lot about the train stations in London and the whole of Britain. I walked towards the entrance.
After buying tickets I walked towards the train line. Only four minutes left for the train to arrive. I sat on the nearby waiting chair. To kill time, I start reading Nicholas Sparks' Dear John. Yeah, weird but I was a great lover of tragedy. Suddenly, I heard people gathering around indicating the train had arrived. I walked ahead and pushed the train's automatic door. The door slid open and I got on the train.
I sat on the seat next to the window. Just then someone came and sat with me I looked at their face, it was some attractive lady, she was dark and wearing an orange turban on her head. Her dark arms were shining out of her sleeveless red top. She opened her bag and fetched something out of it. It was wrapped. As she unwrapped it a very nasty smell touched my nostrils. Disgusting. She was eating pork and I was disgusted by its smell.
I snored my nose and looked out of the window. The train started and was about to move when a tall figure rushed through my window. I looked out more focused. I was unable to see his face. He had fawn hair and broad shoulders. He was wearing a black long coat and his long legs were all the attention they could grab. I felt strange déjà vu as if I had seen this moment before but it was only a moment because the train was now rushing so fast. Fast enough to leave the station behind. My heart was rushing fast. Those fawn hair, I have seen them so many times in my dreams. The same height and the same figure but, I was unable to see the face each time. How could it be? Could it be possible? A person I had seen in my dreams so many times could it be him? No, I might be overthinking. The train was extremely fast now and so does my thoughts.
