serendipity ⚓ six
The first time I saw you, you were picking at the dirt in your nails at the train station. To be honest I had planned to get straight on a train and go where it led me. I sat on the bench you were sitting on and acknowledged how young you looked.
I later learned that you were here to run away as well, however, you had been running for years and I had just began my journey. There we sat, a nineteen-year-old girl and a twenty-something year-old man (you never did want to tell me). It felt surreal to be speaking to someone who possibly understood why I was doing some of the things I did.
Because I was not so sure why I was running, or what I was running from. I might have just been a stupid teenager trying to make a statement, trying to prove a point.
Where are you going? I remember you asking, or perhaps you had asked something else. The question startles me because I simply didn't know, was I supposed to?
Away, I said, from home. You seemed unsure.
That's very vague. Away from home but where to? The look in your eyes showed knowledge, experience. I shrugged.
And out of nowhere you asked me to join you. I scoffed at first, you must have thought I was foolish enough to say yes. But then I was foolish enough to be running away from everything I knew.
So I laughed. And you smiled expectantly.
How absurd...how amazingly foolish it was to run away with a stranger.
I loved the idea.
YOU ARE READING
s e r e n d i p i t y
Short Story❛❛here is the lonely hum in my brain where your name used to be. ❜❜
