Bold = Dylan
Italics = Ari
"Good morning, Dylan. Are you Dylan today?"
"Good morning. No, I'm not Dylan today."
"Then who are you?"
He leans forwards to whisper to her.
"I'm You."
"How could you possibly be me?"
He shrugs.
"I'm not exactly sure but I can feel your emotions, feel the vibration of your every thought and word. We are one person at this moment in time."
Not feeling strange because of his comment, she just observes him from her side of the train in the empty carriage. His dark hair falls over his eyes messily so she can't read his feelings but she can tell he's thinking of her at this moment.
"We are one?"
"I wouldn't say physically but."
"But what?"
"Did you know you are the most beautiful girl I've ever met in my entire eighteen years of living?"
"I am?"
"Indeed, you are."
"Well, Dylan. You are the strangest boy I've ever met in my sixteen years of living."
YOU ARE READING
The Train Boy
Short Story"You're a girl." "How did you guess?" Ari Winters is a normal school girl that commutes to school by train. That's where she meets Dylan Trist, a strange boy that has an unknown reason for catching the train everyday. Little conversations every day...
