Nostalgia 𖹭 Joost Klein x Reader

𖹭 nine 𖹭

could this be a mistake?

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Joost's POV:

We walked in comfortable silence, the sounds of the city fading into the background as we made our way back to the train station. The afternoon light was soft, casting long shadows on the pavement, and for a moment, I let my thoughts wander, lost in the rhythm of our steps.

It was strange, being here with her after all these years. I kept stealing glances at her as we walked, trying to reconcile the person beside me with the quiet girl I remembered from school. Back then, she was always so reserved, sitting alone at lunch until I started sitting with her. We never talked, just shared the space in silence, but even then, there was something about her that intrigued me—something that drew me to her, even if I couldn't explain why.

Now, here we were, years later, actually talking to each other for the first time. It felt surreal, like a piece of my past had suddenly come to life and was walking beside me. Hearing her voice, seeing her smile, and realizing that she had her own life, her own stories—it was almost overwhelming. I wasn't sure what I had expected, but this wasn't it. And yet, it felt... good. Familiar, in a way that I hadn't anticipated.

As we neared the station, I couldn't help but think about the offer she'd made earlier—inviting me to her parents' farm to film the music video. It was a generous offer, and it was clear she was excited about it, but I had to admit, I was hesitant. Could I trust her? I wanted to, but we hardly knew each other. Sure, we'd shared those quiet moments as kids, but that was years ago, and people change.

And then there was the practical side of it. Would it be weird, staying on her family's farm with my crew, trying to focus on work while navigating this newfound connection? What if things got awkward, or if it turned out we didn't really have much in common after all? There was a part of me that wondered if we were trying to force something that had never really been there in the first place. But then again, maybe this was an opportunity—an unexpected chance to rekindle something that had quietly existed between us, even if we hadn't realized it back then.

I glanced at her again, watching the way she walked beside me, her steps light and unhurried. There was an ease about her, a quiet confidence that I found both comforting and intriguing. She wasn't the same girl I remembered, but that wasn't a bad thing. In fact, it made me even more curious to know who she had become.

As we reached the station, I found myself wondering if maybe this was worth the risk. Maybe it was time to take a leap of faith, to trust that this connection—however fragile it might be—was something worth exploring. After all, life had a funny way of bringing people back together, and maybe there was a reason we were standing here now, after all this time.

I still wasn't sure what I was going to do, but as I watched her smile at something a passerby did, I felt a small spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something new, something that could be worth the uncertainty.

We reached the platform just as a voice announced over the intercom that the train would be arriving in five minutes. The sound echoed through the station, signalling that our time together was coming to an end. I found myself wishing we had a little more time, just a few more minutes to let this strange, unexpected connection settle into something more familiar.

"Looks like your train's almost here." I said, glancing up at the digital clock that hung above us.

"Yeah." she replied, shifting slightly on her feet. There was a hint of something in her eyes—maybe the same mix of curiosity and uncertainty that I was feeling. "Thanks for today, Joost. It was... nice."