Aesthetic short stories

him

He sat on the public bus everyday, and every day he saw the same man sit in the same seat, holding a coffee.

Today was a one of those days where the weather was cold enough to see your breath, and it just so happened to be the day he was going to talk to him.

Or, at least try to.

He never spoke to this man before, or knows where they go after they are dropped off at the stops, but he really wanted to befriend this guy.. It felt right.

He was not the best at starting conversations, or talking to other people really. But he was certain after practicing in his head and in the mirror, their was a chance he could make himself a friend. Pushing all the anxiety aside, he built up the courage to say a simple "hi"

He approached the man at the bus stop, feeling so nervous he could almost chicken out. Here goes nothing..

"Hi!"

The man turns his head, startled. He looks at the eye's of the other male who spoke to him. His face went dark;

"You shouldn't be able to see me."