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the memory of you – of us – was still vivid on my mind, playing over and over again. it was still so clear and for countless of times, i thought it was happening again.
i wasn't quite ready to face you yet. but i felt excited and happy and jittery all at the same time. all these new feelings were unyielding — and i just couldn't do anything. it felt nice. it felt okay. it felt alright.
it felt a lot like citrus and mint, and of something familiar.
my breath hitched as the bus stopped in front of me. i slowly took my steps forward and as i gripped the metal door, i was certain my sanity had left me for the moon.
i examined the bus — it still felt the same. the worn out leather, the chilly smell, the cold air, and the noises the passengers made. i gripped my white coat tighter.
i let my eyes wander around. a baby and his mother on the front, a highschool girl studying for her test on the right, a sleeping old man on the far left, and a middle-aged couple on the back.
and it dawned upon me.
i didn't see a pair of black headphones. i didn't hear the faint music i was used to listen to. i didn't smell that familiar scent of citrus and mint.
i didn't see carter. i didn't see you.
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Bus Stops ✓
Romance"a boy. a girl. a pair of headphones. a hundred bus rides. and a thousand songs." ▪ #2 in Rides as of 16th February 2019