The Last train to Yokosuka
by: kemal Fusilero
The clack and clang of the train car echoed through the headphones despite on full volume. The last train back to the flat was more crowded than usual. The snow was getting heavier and the cold was creeping. Droves of Highschoolers cramped the doorways, out late from school probably on their Bunkasai, chatting silently in close-knit groups. Businessmen sat passively in their seat thinking of the next trading day, This was the usual crowd on the train back to the apartment block.
The train ride was always uneventful, from the morning trip to University and the last trip home. Alone, despite being drowned in the crowd of fellow commuters. On some days, a tourist would ask for directions, on other days a small bow to acknowledge a passing friend. Every day was routine, every day the same spot looking out the same window as station after station passes by. On my own little bubble as fellow passengers disembark at their stations, to be replaced by new people going on the train.
I checked the time on my watch, the Indiglo light reflecting on the train window, it was beyond midnight, another new day. I fumbled on my phone, the screen was blank, it's dead again, I should probably buy a power bank soon, my phone's battery barely lasts a day now. The Apartment block was still four train stops away.
The train was almost empty as the train stations pass, the crowd of high schoolers was thinning as more and more of their classmates reach their train stations. I wonder what Okaa-san would say if I went home this late, and these kids were lucky that trains run at such close intervals. I blankly stare out the window to pass time as the Train made a stop at a line interchange, Kamakura station, passengers from another train, the Tokaido rapid service line was switching trains to the Yokosuka line and the stop was much longer than usual, as the heavy snowfall delayed the train.
I had been at this train stop every day since I moved from Fukuoka to Tokyo for University, and I'm used to the city rush, people were already rushing to catch the last trains heading home.
It was then that she caught my eye, I could easily pick her out of the rushing crowd, She was always there, almost every day as if waiting. Something inside me always tells me that I know her, some part of my memory recognized her but she was too far away for me to see her face and now in the cold of winter I can barely see the features of her face, but I knew it was her.
The Train was at the station's platform 5 minutes more than usual now and the station's intercom was already informing apologies for the delay due to the snow. I glanced at my watch again, almost 1 am.
The crowd has already settled as the passengers had boarded their respective trains and i tried to scan for the mysterious girl but to my disappointment, she was no longer there. Maybe she was waiting for someone I thought. I shifted my gaze to the schedule boards and there she was, closer than ever just outside the glass window, speaking to a conductor with her scarf off, with her beautiful face in full display.
It was without a doubt her, I knew it was her. I rushed for the train's exit but I was too late. The Door had closed and the Train was speeding away.
The story was intended to be a one-shot but the cliffhanger wouldn't do justice to Itsuki. Serialization will begin as soon as Wattpad's glitches clear.
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