Traingers

🚂Old-Stations🚂

🌅4:30 pm🌅

I told the guy to give me a few minutes to cool down. I, certainly, did not want to have panic attacks. This was a journey to find solace and peace, not a hospital. He insisted to not talk about it. But I disagreed.

I already ran away for something that was outside. I didn't want to run away from something, inside me. I drank some water before starting. I sighed but the guy kept giving me heads-up.

I offered him a small smile, rubbing my hands, I said, "It all started this year itself. My own fairytale. I finally found my saviour. My prince. My escape. My everything." I smiled remembering the good memories.

He kept giving me an assuring look. Like he was there to listen to me. To my sob story. He was there for me. I told him about how I dreamt of having my own fairytale and I found one. My own castle of happiness and love. My kingdom of strength.

A sweet façade to the ephemeral.

I told him about how I mistook the witches as the fairies. About how, I was ditched by the one, who promised me unfulfilled promises and dreamy nightmares. About how, I still can't think of him as the villain of my story.

I continued, controlling a sob, "But you know what hurts the most? When you give your hundred percent to the person you adored, you loved faithfully and that person brushes it aside. Evan did the same. He left me in predicament. Called me a sore loser while I was trying my fullest to win his heart. So naive that I didn't even see his heart, trapped in the shackles of someone else's vivacity."

The stranger, who now was known to all my weaknesses, held my hand, looked into my eyes and said those words, with his calming voice. So many had tried, but his words, strikingly familiar, brought those heavenly shades in the dusk of my sky.

"You don't have to give in your hundred percent in a relationship. You know why? Because the other one has the responsibility to fill in some percents too. And when you give in everything, the other one finds nothing to offer."