Renascence (M.K)

二十五

Sitting uneasily upon her seat, y/n pushed herself on the corner near the glass window. She looked to her side and discerned there was an amount of space that could fit two more passengers.

From across her presence, the red rectangular leather seat was occupied by a single male passenger and in the same way, there was a vacant space for more passengers to sit on his side.

She attempted to cast a probing glance at him but in her dismay, the thin newsprint that half covered his face disallowed her from taking a further look.

The man was indifferently reading a particular article on the newspaper whilst his legs were crossed.

By looking at the figure of the stranger, y/n suddenly felt the grim aura that wreaths on him. It puts up almost a barrier that makes her feel so distant and seem to thwart the people who would dare to get closer to him.

Y/n sighed when she noticed she was being intrusive. She decided to ignore the male infront of her and wearily rested her head on the dim glass window.

The night was young but it had already covered the land into darkness, declining y/n from seeing anything on the window.

'I still have the three hours of train travel,'

'And I feel so lost and empty.'  She thought to herself and her face remained shaded with melancholy.

A restless minute have passed and the train continue to move its pace. Y/n tried to strifle a yawn but in the end she failed. Her eyes were bleary by fatigue. Her eyelids were assayed to be close in no time. Her breathing became relaxed and her strength was debilitating, indicating her body is already induce to sleep,

But the abrupt rustling of the newspapers immediately made y/n wearily open her eyes again.

Half-awake, she squints her other eye, stealing glances to the person whom was sitting passively before her.

This man vent an inaudible sigh, a displeased expression was etched on his face whilst he folded the gazette and place it beside the empty seat.

With his legs crossed, y/n tried to silently get a look of his face using her scrutinizing gaze but the sudden sidelong deadly glance coming from him eventually made y/n hold her breath. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment after she have realized he caught her staring at him.

In instant, y/n vigorously averted her eyes away from him and bit her lower lip with great mortification.

She can feel the heat ascending and shrouding all over her face whilst the foreign feeling began to flourished in the depths of her heart and then she swallowed her breath with faze.

"It's rude to stare." The pupils of her eyes dilated with surprise and her body flinched after she had heard his voice, a voice that was icily as it resounded through the enclosed compartment coach.

It gave her the chills. Not only he possess a frigid aura, y/n believes this man infront of her can even freeze the entire train by just the way he glance at her.

She kept her hands on her lap. She avoid looking back on his face; afraid that if she would do so, the shame would only entirely devour her. She don't want to make herself look so foolish towards him and by this means, reasoning out to make an escape over this matter is the best thing she can do to fend herself.

"I'm sorry If I have offended you, sir. I was just a bit curious. It's not like I am trying to disrespect you." She told him, and as she speaks furthermore, y/n could only chide herself for sounding so fragile and silly infront of him.

She cannot help it, despite the fact how many times she'd strive to outwardly act in a rigorous manner, her voice would always betray her. Her voice would always tell the truth. And infront of the presence of this stranger, y/n felt humiliated - just like how the sound of her voice had turned brittle and soft.