Traingers

🚂-Goodbyes-🚂

🌞1:00 pm🌞

The sound of the station entered my ears. The chattering of the masses yet again. The sirens blowing, indicating that I've, no, we've reached our destination.

The time was here. The start of another journey. The end of my journey with Kieran.
Mixed up feelings clouded my senses.

I was excited for being a solo traveller. I was sorrowed at leaving Kieran. Even if I tried to console myself that it will be okay. That it is no big deal. That there's a time when everyone leaves. There was still this hole in my heart. Which I don't think anyone could fill.

But this hole in your heart, Myra, would let bullets pass and not allow them to hurt you even an ounce.

Kieran came back right now. He took his bag in his hand as I held the straps of my backpack tightly.

I wanted to cry. I wanted those tears to come out.

Tears would only make a moat around me, allowing no one to enter my castle.

And I would not do that mistake again. I won't push away people who love me. I'll embrace the ones who genuinely want me to stay in their lives, with open arms. I'll be free from my own shackles.

"Are you ready?", Kieran asked.

"Yes, I am."

We might have entered the train at different times but we stepped out of it together. Hand in hand. No care of what will happen in future. We lived in the present. We lived in that moment.

Once we stepped on the platform, I broke our hand contact. I turned towards him and asked, "So this is it? This is the last time we're seeing each other?"

He answered, putting a thinking face, "Um, maybe no. What if we cross the same paths again when you're probably a pregnant mother with a round stomach, shouting profanities at your husband?"

I chuckled at his response. Always a ball of optimism.

"Would you like to be the godfather of my child?" I asked him, amused.

"I don't mind it. Your son would be a genius." He gave me a cheeky smile and winked at me.

I won't even doubt it. Even a bit. Finally, I took in the courage and said those words, I never thought I would say to him.

"Kieran, I like you. A lot."

I closed my eyes because I was afraid to face him. Afraid to face rejection. Afraid to face unrequited feelings. What I didn't expect was his lips on my forehead, my tearful eyes and the corner of my lips.

It was a goodbye kiss. A kiss which meant thousands of words. A kiss, so delicate and thoughtful. A kiss I could never forget.

And then he whispered those words, which turned my world upside down.

"Myra, maybe, this time also it's just your infatuation with my words and not me. You fell in it, not once, but twice. Kieran Williams also known as Kin Stanson."

He hugged me and before I could even process, he walked away in the crowd.

Kieran Williams was Kin Stanson. Kin Stanson was Kieran Williams. He was the author, I once fell in love with.

Everything seemed clear to me now. The connection I felt. The bond. Everything.

Turned out that my tale was not a fantasy, it was a mystery.