It had been almost a year since I took this train from the same station, at the same time. I must admit that at first it was to get to the University, but for two months, this is no longer my reason, it was just an excuse.
She was my reason.
Just like me, she took the same train at the same time.
Only two seasons after mine. She always stood in the same corner as always, looking out the window at the city.
Or so I thought.
I didn't know where she was going, maybe to college like me. Or to work. To visit someone, I didn't know.
I didn't know anything about her.
I always wanted to be like those girls who were not afraid or sorry and approached anyone who would catch their attention. But there was a problem, I wasn't like those girls.
I didn't consider myself pretty enough to approach and ask her every question that arose from me about her, like her name.
I just saw her, she was extremely beautiful for my taste. She had straight brown hair with fuchsia locks. And he always wore his headphones and ignored the whole train, including me.
Or so I thought.
Again, I had to get off before her and I hated it. There was a door near me but I ignored it and went straight to the one that was closest to that girl.
I wanted to look at her, even if it's for the last time in the day.
When I got out of the wagon I could almost see how she looked at me doing it. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I wished with all my heart that it had been like that.
If only I had the courage to cross the wagon and ask her who she are.
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Train Travel| A Kylie and Malia short story
FanficMalia Baker shares the same train from Monday to Friday at the same time with Kylie Cantrall. Malia is completely in love with that girl but she doesn't see her. Or at least that's what he thinks. • This story is an adaptation all rights its origina...
