Traingers

🚂-Platform-Number-Chapter-1-🚂

🌌8:00 pm🌌

The sky was dark outside. The onset of night. It has been 8 hours since I left my home. 8 hours since I disappeared. 8 hours since my doubt to leave my house has evaporated now.

I feel jubilant because I am in my own company right now. Around genuine air. Not even an ounce of fakery.

If I were at home right now, I'd have been seeing fake love between everyone. Especially, mom and dad. It sickens me to no end.

I'll rather tolerate fights than sickeningly fake showers of love.

I took out my favourite book named 'The Painter's Bride' from my bag and started reading it. I am so in love with this book.

The book's story is really creative and thoughtful. It shows how a painter falls in love with one of his own portraits.

Throughout the whole book you won't even realise that it was all an imagination. That the girl, he fell in love with was indeed not real. It showed the harsh realities of love in real life through fiction.

I possibly have my heart broken so many times by the fictional characters that it is hard to count.

As I was flipping through the pages, reading those sentences probably for the umpteenth time, I fell in love with them once again.

Who says you can fall in love only once, when I fall in love with these sentences, these words, a million times?

"Which book are you reading?" The dimpled guy asked me.

"The Painter's Bride by Kin Stanson." I answered.

"I don't like that book." He said, cringing a little.

"How dare you say that? It is my favourite book! It helped me in my dark times more than any person did." I said defensively.

You can insult me but not my favourite books.

"Well, good for you. This book feels like a huge disappointment to me even if it was a best-seller." He said, not looking at me.

"It's upto you. Though the ending was quite abrupt. It just showed the painter's epiphany. I craved for more. I got so infatuated or maybe fell in love with the writer? I searched him and read about him day and night. I realised later that I was just infatuated with his words and feelings, not him." I said, sighing.

"It happens with everyone, princess. For the ending, some authors just wish to broaden our imagination, I guess." He said at last.