The next day, I went on the bus again. My mother was really confused as to why I was so eager to go on the bus in atrocious weather, and why I'd brushed my brown hair so neatly, but I ignored her questions and hurried out the door hastily.
I sat in the same spot again, and waited for him, hoping I didn't look to eager. But he didn't board the bus that day.
Or any other day that whole week.
And at the end of the school week, I sighed, relishing the few moments I'd had with that gorgeous stranger, whose eyes were so nicely lined with lashed that it almost looked as though he wore eyeliner.
No luck? - Dina texted me at the ended of the week.
No luck :( , time to move on - I texted her back.
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The Consequences of Chance Meetings
Short StoryThey first met at a bus stop, completely by accident. The few stolen glances slowly snowballed into brief conversations which slowly bloomed into something more. They never were supposed to fall for one another, but that boy somehow melted her ice w...
