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March 4, 20XX
Wednesday
Something is bothering him.
I got that feeling by the way he was tapping his foot.
He would keep checking his phone and then roll his head afterwards, probably in disappointment.
Was he wishing the train was faster?
It couldn't be, he caught the same train everyday.
Was he waiting for a text message?
Possibly.
He went back to his phone where he tapped it a few times and then brought it up to his ears.
He crossed his left arm over to lay on his right bicep as he made the call.
He did not look too happy.
He walked around and I'm assuming the person didn't pick up because when he hung up the call, he kicked the wall next to him.
My eyes widened.
He messed up his hair and then tilted his head backwards as he stood there for a while with his eyes closed.
I bit my lip and watched as he unlocked his phone again and typed away.
and typed.
and typed
and typed.
I mean he really stood there in the same spot for a good three minutes typing away.
The train suddenly came and blocked my view.
I watched him enter the train sluggishly and then have a seat by the window.
He let out one sigh and then leaned his head back.
I watched as one tear rolled down his cheek.
Something was definitely bothering him.
and I couldn't comfort him.
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5 Minutes a Day 》 KTH ✓ (Book One)
FanfictionI only see him 5 minutes a day-Total. He gets on & off at the train terminal across from me. I don't know where he's going, where he comes from, what he does, what he likes. I don't even know his name. But I find that day by day, I learn something...
