She was standing at the bus station. The engine roar was filling her mind. The petrol fumes filled her nostrils.
People were going off and on the buses, kissing goodbye or welcome, hugging and walking down the path, between the buses, past her, to a warm coffee shop.
Memories came how not so long ago she went to the bus station with joy, the smell of petrol filled her with happiness and the engine roar of the bus gave her hope that this time it won't be a waste. She remembered as she was going off in another city and there was someone she could hug and how she came back with tears in her eyes, alone again. She was looking for her home for years - that place she could hide from all the world, to be herself, no masks on, to laugh, to love. And every time it was all the same. The person opposite her smiled and gave her hope that this time it would be worth it, that this is her home, that he would hide her, and every time there was this fatal "last time" when the home was there, but it was cold and alien for her. And she would walk away hurt and bleeding.
She met him a year ago. She sought nothing more than friendship, but as time went by he managed to find a way to her heart and he himself offered what she was looking for. But even now fear was there, somewhere deep inside her. She was afraid that she would lose him, like she lost everyone before him. She was afraid it was too good to be true. She was afraid.
This is why she never went to the bus station to buy a ticket and run to his arms. She always went there to pick him up, to hold him and feel herself lost in him, feel herself becoming invisible for the world.
The speakers burst with a monotonous voice saying the platform number, the bus number, from which city it came and at what time and she smiled unconsciously. He was on it.
She saw the bus showing itself slowly behind the corner and a warm feeling filled her.
Coming closer.
She looked for him - there he was, smiling at her. She smiled too.
The bus stopped and she walked to it slowly. The doors opened and people went off, looking for their people.
He got off, smiled and hugged her. A cold chill ran down his spine.
- Let's go home.
- I am home.
She smiled at him and they walked with no direction, holding each other.
02.11.2008
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3 comments:
Awwww, I love this one. ^^ :D
Wow what a happy story... still with some baggage you can find something in this world to treasure. Lovely. <3
The difficult part is to find that something. :D
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