Our Story

Chapter 1-First Crush

[Eira's POV]

Every morning, I had a ritual: I'd climb onto the college bus and make a beeline for my favourite seat by the window. That spot gave me a view of the world, a little slice of time that felt like my own before the bustle of the day took over. But yesterday, something changed.

The bus had just pulled onto the main road when I saw him. He was riding a Bullet bike, powerful and sleek, and the morning light seemed to catch on every metallic line of it. He must have just come from the gym, judging by the slight glisten on his skin and the energy in his stance. He looked... grounded, strong. His dark hair was a bit messy from what I could tell, and as he passed by the bus, I noticed the tattoo on his forearm—a design that twisted and flowed in bold lines, like it was crafted to catch someone's eye. It definitely caught mine.

In that moment, something in me shifted. My heart beat faster, and it felt like everything else had faded. It was just me, watching him through the glass, as if we were sharing some unspoken connection, even though he didn't know I existed. There was a magnetic pull I couldn't quite explain, as if he were a character from a book I'd never get to finish reading. The way he focused on the road, completely absorbed in his own world, only made him more captivating.

A blush crept up my cheeks, and I was struck by the ridiculousness of it all. How could I feel this drawn to someone I'd never even spoken to? But that's the funny thing about first crushes—they're sparked by imagination and a sense of mystery, and right then, he was all mystery to me. My mind filled with fleeting thoughts: who he was, what he was like, and if I'd ever see him again.

For the rest of the ride, I couldn't stop glancing out the window, hoping for another glimpse. My friends chatted around me, oblivious to the whirlwind of feelings I was caught in. I barely heard them. Instead, I was wrapped up in the thrill of seeing him, the excitement of knowing he'd somehow left a mark on me. It was silly, maybe, but it felt real. A part of me hoped that, just maybe, our paths would cross again.

Authors Note:

Thanks for Reading!!

Let's hope their paths should meet again.