(Sequel to 'The Flaws In Us')
After 5 years studying in New York and 3 Years not coming back home, Kai is back to go back for Christmas and also to attend his high school reunion. Although he didn't want to go, he has one reason that made him go bac...
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Kai
November 2023
"Coming through!" My voice was echoing through the crowd of people who were blocking my way.
I needed to get on that train before it takes off. I was never going to wait for another train, I have been waiting here at the station for almost two hours... waiting more hours was not on my list for today. My list would be to go back to my flat and go to sleep for the rest of the day.
"Sorry!" I spoke out, after barging into someone and making the items they held fall down to the ground.
Once I saw the entrance to the train, my legs sprinted more than it could. The door was closing slowly and with a minute to spare, I got inside with my chest breathing in the air in and out. I took some time to take in my breath first before even going to sit somewhere.
There weren't many people on the train and a lot of the seats were empty due to that. I went to sit at the one nearest to the exit door. Sitting down, my hands went up to rub against each other to warm up myself. I went to grab my phone from my pocket, scrolling through the notifications that came in.
There weren't any.
Leaning my head backwards, I let out a sigh to express how tired and how silent the day was. They're pretty contradicting of each other. You would say that I was tired because I had a busy day but I wasn't. I was tired just because I finish my part-time job at the mall. It wasn't really too much work but I guess my energy was just drained easily nowadays? Lately, it has been so, I don't really know why.
My life here was pretty much the way I wanted it to be. I met a lot of new friends that accepted me here. It was easy coming out to people here in New York since I heard a lot of people saying that this is where everyone becomes who they wanna be. Without any restrictions... of course, I would want to study here for the five years of my life.
Studying... wasn't so great. There were ups and downs but that's what education is. No one could ever understand something or score coursework that easily. Unless if your whole existence is made with one hundred per cent brains, then I wouldn't be so surprised.
An old lady came sat next to me while I was scrolling through my phone for something interesting. I look at her and give a warm smile, and she passes it back to me with the same warm one. She was wearing a grey cardigan, glasses that reflect the image of myself, and she wore a hat that covers her grey hairs beautifully. She looked like those people in the sixties, where they dressed very elegantly in spite of the way women were treated before. I used to think about it a lot... how there were similarities in the way people treat people... no matter if they were a woman... or gay... or black... I just feel that the treatment they receive were the same. Treatment that has them feel little of themselves. But who am I to speak of that.
"You look young to sit by yourself in a train," said the old lady as she turns her body to face mine. I learn that if someone wants to talk to you, their body will be facing you. So I guess I have to talk.
