NOTE: This is the second part of my short fiction Ride, published last Friday.
Can I get your name?
This is what I wanted him to say, but, it didn’t happen. I fell asleep along the ride and when I woke up, he’s gone.
I was honestly hoping to see him again but I didn’t, until it was a Monday morning again.
I was slowly making my way inside the jampacked bus when I saw a familiar hair, black-yet-almost-brown, properly combed, irresistibly neat.
As I saw his wide yet wrinkle-free forehead, his bushy yet so masculine brows, his dark and long eyelashes covering his gorgeous eyes, I was sure, it was him.
My heart kept beating fast, excited to know if our story will have its part two.
He was actually sleeping, but he might wake up and see me still, right?
I saw the girl beside him.
Maybe a year younger than me, with curly dark brown hair, pointed nose, long lashes, perfect brows and lovely lips.
She was also asleep…
her head was on his shoulder.
I stopped in a corner opposite them and looked away.
Disappointed, I was not able to stop asking myself…
Is this the end of our story?
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Thank you for the suggestion as well, Belinda!