🌌10:15 pm🌌
We stayed there together. Wrapped up in each other's arms. After I made a bold move by hugging him, we just stayed there. Beside the window, looking at the twinkling stars.
He talked about his mom. I talked about my happy family days. Our outings every weekend. Our funny incidents. Our stupidity and what not.
For the first time till now, nostalgia felt like a vibrant daydream rather than an awful nightmare.
"Do you miss her everyday?" I asked him.
He looked at me, brushing some of my hair from my face, the tingling feeling of his fingers, like a skilled pianist, playing melodies on my skin.
"Every single day, princess, every single day." He answered, his fingers brushing the skin below my eyes.
I put my fingers over his. Entangling our most delicate attribute.
"How do you manage to even stay so happy and optimistic?" I whispered.
He smiled his dimpled smile at me and said, "You see those stars there, princess?" I nodded to him.
"I think of my mom as one. She always brightens the night sky of my life. I can't see her but I know she's always there. Hidden in those clouds. Smiling at me. Proud of me for being strong."
I held his face. I said, "You're strong. You're very strong. Much stronger than me. I ran away from my problems like a coward. I started this venture out of fear. Fear of losing this battle. You stayed there. Challenged your problems. Smiled at them. You slayed them with your smile, dimpled guy."
His eyes met mine. Those orbs captivating me like nectar captivates bees.
"You did not run away from your problems, princess. You just kept them on hold. We all do that, princess. Sooner or later. And it would only become an adventure when you add venture in it."
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Traingers
Storie breviTrainger /'treɪn(d)ʒə/ noun a person whom one does not know but comes to know due to a train journey. Myra Andrews. A 19-year old frustrated student. Your image of a flawless girl. But how can she stay quiet when she realises that life is much more...
