Half A Heart

Chapter 1: Bus 527

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●●Ed's point of view●●
Darn it, where is this bus? It's late, the bus is clearly late.
I double checked my watch to see if it is wrong. I looked through the bus schedule on the board for the umpteenth time; bus number 527 should be here at 5:30, but now its 5:45. Come on bus, where are you?!

I was tired, I was was sore. Boxing does take a toll on you. But today's training was far too exerting. I just want to go home and take a nice warm shower and sleep. Is that too much to ask?

I took my phone out of my pocket to allow time to pass but taking a quick glance at the battery percentage its looks like it wouldn't be too long. 

A bus came rolling in as a distance, from a distance and it looked like it read 527, but as it came closer I realized my eyes played tricks on me, it was actually 521. I registered the number 1 read as 7.  Hah! life loves me! 

Stuffing my hands along with my dead phone in my pocket and leaning against the bus stop pillar I looked around. Office rush hour. Explains why most of the people were cladded in dress pants and shirts. Briefcases in one hand and dockets in another. A young lady having a toddler in a pushchair and rocking it back and forth. A couple of guys in sweaty sports gear with their bulky gym bags on their backs. 

Bus stops. A place where you see all kinds of people through out different times of the day. It shows how many people rely so much on public transport. Delay a bus by 45 minutes many lives are affected just for a 8 minute drive. I could easily walk home. It would take me about thirty minutes but I was too exhausted. The bus stop seats were all taken too. 

When did I become so insightful?

5 minutes later, and the correct bus came rolling by, bus 527. In luminous green LED letters it read "Gateshead to Newcastle". Everyone started crowding in, I was literally the last person to get in. Just as I was about to get in and grasp onto the closest pole I could reach on to, Out of nowhere a girl came running from the far right with her jacket and satchel clutched between her hands; She was wearing a black turtleneck with dark washed jeans and black ankle boots. Her dark hair tied up in a messy bun bobbing from side to side as she tried to catch up. 

As she reached the bus, she stopped the doors from closing with both her hands and she was panting and trying to catch her breath at the same time. 

"Please....I need....to be in...in Newcastle....please" she pleaded to the driver between panted breaths. 

"Sorry Miss, but I can't let another soul inside this bus. It looks like the whole of Gateshead wants to be in Newcastle" the driver chuckled with a slight Scottish accent.

"Fine... I might as well catch the next bus" the girl said checking her watch slowly getting her voice back to normal. 

"Wait, hold on- I am not in such a hurry" I got off the bus and allowed the girl to get in. Something about her made me want to give her my spot even though I have  been waiting literally forever to get back home and... sleep. 

Biologically speaking it could be my reflex action, you know when something happens and without thinking you act. I think that's what Miss Malory, my biology teacher wanted to convey, but she added several complicated words to explain it. 

Snapping back to reality, without a word she stepped in the bus rolled away, it was gone. She was gone. But she intrigued me. 

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♧AUTHOR'S NOTE♧

Sooo that was part one. I hope yall like it. I have never put out my works out publicly. Except for my English essay. I am no professional writer. I can't make coherent understandable sentences when I speak, But if I could make at least one reader interested in this story then I have done my job. Whoever is reading this I want your honest opinion and thank you for clicking on my story.