I was on my way home from visiting a friend. I sat in a subway that was not so crowded but a one where every seat was occupied. Everyone was in their own world, having conversations on the phone ,with a friend sitting next to them or like most people , asleep with their earphones plugged into their ears. I was one of the few who just observed others or stared in space. However, on this journey home, i felt like i was being watched,the feeling was strong. I looked around but saw no one staring so i went back to getting lost in own thoughts. Then the feeling came back again and i couldn't stand it anymore . I looked around until my eyes were greeted by a pair of peircing blue eyes.
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The train ride home
Ficción GeneralDamn this man,i wanted him,i needed him,if him just looking at me is making me weak. I don't know what will happen if he spoke or touched me. (ReaderxCharacter) Inspired from a scene in the movie shame.All characters in this short story are fiction...
