Monday, February 11, 2013

Her Last Bus Ride

December 2012

She went partying at a metro. A long way from home. It was 8:00 AM in the morning, they were on a cab to the nearest bus terminal. She had him on her right side. She was surprised she's still awake after all that alcohol and heat from her body. She just had a feat with him, a betrayal of trust. She was so ashamed of it but she was pissed too that he acted like a little kid.

He slept on the cab. He was so sleepy, he rested his head on her shoulders. She was surprised. She was so frozen even her breathing stopped.

On the bus home, he was still on her right. This time, it was he who held her head on his shoulders. His left arm was around her. She rested her arms on his lap. One moment his arm was on top of her arms, the next moment, his fingers were entwined with hers. She froze again. She was afraid to move, and she was afraid that he might notice she's awake. She's afraid the he might take his hand back.

She was smiling her way home. She let go of his hand, woke him up, and got off the bus like nothing happened.

She was grinning secretly. Thinking of what he might be thinking. Thinking that maybe, that was a sign. 

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