🌅10:15 am🌅
After walking for sometime, we had reached a small cozy cafe. We got our coffee and something to munch on from there. We took a small walk on the beach too.
At the beach, we clicked some pictures. Some alone. Some together.
One of my favourite one was where I was trying to make a serious face but Kieran started tickling me. Due to which, I looked like a constipated langoor and he was laughing at me.
Indeed, candid pictures might be ugly but they actually capture the moment.
When we saw the time, we realised we had only 10 minutes left. We ran faster than Usain Bolt. By the time we reached the station, the train had started moving. We ran as fast as possible and finally we caught it.
Catching train at last moment is like catching opportunities. You never know when you miss it.
When we reached our seats, we both were silent for sometime. Trying to come out of the shock that we almost missed the train.
When we looked at each other, we both grinned. The adrenaline coursing through our veins.
"We did it." He said, still beaming with happiness.
"Yes, we did it." I jumped out of my seat and engulfed Kieran in a big bear hug.
He laughed at my excitement and hugged me back.
Suddenly my phone started ringing. When I looked at the familiar number my happy expression morphed into a tensed one.
Kieran noticed my expression and asked, "Princess, are you okay?"
I started shivering. My hands shaking and my breath, shaky.
"It's Evan." I said, on the verge of tears.
"Pick up the phone, princess. Show him that you are no more a weakling. Show him that he might call you a loser. But you are no more in his game."
I pressed the answer button.
"Myra." He said in relief.
All I wanted to do was hang up. I didn't want to talk to him. He ignored me for so many months. Each time he did, it was a dagger straight to my heart.
"Evan." I said in a cold tone.
"Please come back. I miss you, babygirl."
This time I didn't get the butterflies I used to get when he called me that. This time, I just wanted to tell him to get lost.
Kieran held my hand and whispered in my ear, "You can do it, princess."
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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...