🌌11:45 pm🌌
The dimpled guy told me that even he couldn't sleep. He even revealed that he was insomniac. While people like me didn't like sleep, others craved for it to come. The unfairness of life.
"Do you want to sing a duet with me, right now, princess?" He asked me, suddenly.
I looked at him as if he had gone insane.
"What about other people?"
"There is no one around us, Princess. Or do you wish to do something else." He winked at me.
I turned red. I was blushing. Hard. I avoided his gaze. My hair covered my red face like those curtains covering the stage.
"I was just joking, princess." He rolled his eyes at me.
Finally I found my voice.
"I-I can't. It'll be awkward. No, very awkward. " I said, biting my lower lip.
He looked at me with those wide, puppy eyes.
"You can only get out of your comfort zone, if you try, princess! Please just once?" He said.
I thought about it for more than ten minutes. Finally, I thought to go with it. Never hold back while making memories, Myra. I said to myself. I asked him to pick a song.
"Photograph by Ed Sheeran?" He suggested and I nodded.
I love that song to be honest. It brings tears to my eyes everytime I listen to it.
He shifted beside me and started singing.
"Loving can hurt,
Loving can hurt sometimes,
But it is the only thing,
That makes me feel alive."
His voice. Oh god, his soft voice. My heart started fluttering. An instant craving to be close to him crept in my mind.
I was a goner. I so was.
He gave me a sign to sing the chorus with him.
We both sang together,
"We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still."
By the time we finished the song, we shifted really close to each other. Our faces, a mere inch apart. His nose brushing mine. Just a narrow passage for the air to move. My eyes locked to his. His hands on my face and mine on his neck. I was in a magical trance.
And for the first time, I didn't lower my gaze.
This time the Cinderella didn't run away from the palace. She ran away from her home.
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Traingers
Short StoryTrainger /'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...
