Pasajero

Life is like a train, each of us is just a passenger getting off at some stop. I simply didn't know there were people destined to take that train together.

That's what someone who doesn't take responsibility for their actions would say, but I... I think I would rather say that at that moment, I didn't prioritize anyone but myself. Certainly, even for love, one must have courage.

They say our mind takes 4 seconds to fall in love, it took me years to accept that I could live without anyone in the world but him, I wanted him in mine.

It's been 8 years since we met, so young, so foolish but so brave. Even during that time, we couldn't appreciate our relationship or maybe, we just valued it too much.

"James, I love you, and I always have. Can you give me another chance?"

"Are you kidding me?!" He yelled aggressively "What if I'm married? It's been 4 years, Juliette, we didn't have a week-long fight," he said angrily.

"I know, but I also know you haven't forgotten about me."

"And what if I did?"

"Then, I'll make sure you remember."

He stormed out while I stood in front of everyone. I went after him.

It's hard to say when a story began, how can you determine the exact moment when you're definitely screwed? How can you determine the exact moment when you stopped being friends with someone... and moved on to something else?

I just knew it at that moment.

"James Lu, you should stop right there! If you know what's good for you."

"Juliette Dalí, what do you know about what's good for me?"

Our world paused.

And we pressed play again.