Train Travel| A Kylie and Malia short story

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After begging absolutely all the gods there have been, that day was different. It was both a good and bad difference.

The bad one, a station went down before mine. Something that had never happened, so it was completely unusual, it was when my mind began to work at a thousand per hour. What if I meet up with someone else?

Maybe a boy, a tall, handsome and thin boy with short hair and a perfect body.

I didn't know if he would exist, but I still hated him.

Or rather, I hated the reason why she got off before me.

The important thing about that moment was the good thing that happened. Well, when she got off her station in a hurry (apparently she had forgotten that she had to go down there) she threw her notebook and when she wanted to go back to pick it up, the doors had already closed. I hurried to pick it up, we were alone as always, so no one would take it, but me but even so, I ran to that notebook. As if my life depended on it.

My impossible love saw what I did as the train accelerated its pace was advancing.

We stared into each other's eyes through the glass that already separated us, and suddenly I felt small before her gaze, I held her belongings with one of my hands. She looked scared, as if she had lost something very important to her.

As I could, I made several awkward gestures with my hand indicating that I would return it to you tomorrow. That he didn't have to worry but clearly I'm not a mime and he didn't know if he had understood me and judging by his face of "What's wrong with this girl?" I think it wasn't like that, and in the end, I saw her sighing looking away, hoping that's I would return it to her.

But at least I already had a reason to talk to her and not a stupid excuse like asking her for the time or something like that.

That was no longer used, not in this century.

I was euphoric with happiness, tomorrow I will talk to her, tomorrow I will hear her voice for the first time and she will have to thank me with a smile for saving her precious notebook. Maybe in the latter I was exaggerating but, seriously, I wanted her to give me at least a smile.

I spent the whole day looking at that notebook.

Doubting whether to open it or not. If I did, I would feel totally stalker completely violated her privacy... Although it could be a simple school notebook, right? With boring lessons on some subject, nothing person enough to feel like a stalker... But at this level,

Wouldn't it already be one? I spend it looking at her, I even have to admit that I have fantasized. What does it care if I'm a stalker? She won't know that I look at her notebook.

But, in the same way, I wouldn't trust that I didn't open it. In the end, I'm just a stranger.

Come on Malia, why do you think about it so much? You'll look just a little, you'll know more about her... Isn't that what you've always wanted?

Do It, Do It.

Surely her name is written, Baker, don't be an asshole, open it.

And just as my subconscious indicated to me, her name was written on the first sheet with a fairly clear and clean italics.

Kylie Cantrall

I smiled without stopping looking at her name, I finally knew what her name was.

I decided not to look anymore, it was enough for me to name her face but curiosity killed me. It would just be a quick glance.

Minutes later I learned that Kylie Cantrall was studying music or it was her hobby, that notebook was about chords and with the help of her friend Ruby, they learned that my crush, as she called him, was quite talented for that.

I look away, I can barely breathe.