chapter one: commuter.

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the sunlight warms my pale skin, as i wait patiently at the bus stop. familiar humming of pilon wires over my head and the breeze that caresses my hair softly caused by the cars speeding by. i fiddle with the band gripping my ring finger, there not because of a vow, but a promise. i stood thinking of better days and simpler times.
i am startled back to reality as a large lorry drives by, temporarily causing the light surrounding me to grow dark, my flesh to turn cold as the wind slaps my body. a sigh escaped my lips as i am forced awake from my day dream.
the warm light retuns, i am remainded of my isolation, no one to be seen except in the cars driving by. i turn my head to shield my eyes from the blinding light, 'finally' i say as the old bus chuggs along towards me, stopping with a high pitched squeek.
i step on and see a familiar face,  my usual bus driver Stephan.
' hay look who it is, my favourite passenger!'
he always liked to make conversation with me as i see him almost every day on my commute.
' coming to see her favourite bus driver!' i said with my best smile, although falcified it made him do his usual wink regardless.
'the usual?'
i gave him a small nod.
' working hard! i hope you are taking care of yourself, work isn't everything you know.' he remarked with what seemed to be genuine concern.
'nah you know me! work hard, play hard' i lied, paying him as i do so.
' ta very much! safe trip! see you on the other side!' i do enjoy the brief interactions me and Stephan have, they make the world some what less grey.
' see ya on the other side!' i walked away saluting him as i do so.
i walk over to my usual seat, near the back by the window.
Stephen was a really nice guy, around my age 25 or so? he had dark skin, soulful deep brown eyes and the brightest smile ive ever seen. he seemed to love his job, even though he lived on the other side of the extorior wall, a foul place riddled with poverty and crime. sometimes even though the thick concrete you can hear the gunfire and screams. darkness falls over the bus as we enter through the interior wall into the city.

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