-Trains-

A short drabble

If I have ever seen you at least once in my life, there's a chance that I've wanted to talk to you. While we waited for different trains, we sat across from the other. The chance would come, then I'd become too shy. Maybe I lingered on you just a little longer and was caught staring. But when I stare, it's feels as if you're talking to me –a meeting of the minds.

Sometimes I'd imagine all the things I'd talk to you about: colors and the weather. Food and hobbies. Anything.

At times you'd listen and nod and understand. Other times, that would be my position, and it would be your turn to talk about the day or rant on about the injustice ordeals of our society. I would listen. I would always.

Then as we conversed more often, we began to find our differences as well. Most of them, we let it pass, but intense quarrels came up too. Debates of fury over pennies and controversies arose and we found ourselves yelling at each other at the top of our lungs. Other days consisted of deadlocked silence. Not a sound until it was too dark to keep the silence in our eyes. We stammered our awkward apologies as we dashed into our own embarrassments.

The next we'd confess our more genuine regrets before returning to the familiar banter we had known. But the air was thicker now and we found less things to say.

The silence seemed to swallow us.

How was your day?

Okay.

Okay.

And when the time would finally come where we would sit in complete quiet, our voices had already become an empty whisper of the past. It was coming anyway.

And when we parted, it was not as friends, nor enemies. Only strangers.

Our places felt foreign as did our identities that we soon found ourselves forgetting the relationship we'd built up. And the last time I saw, you passed me by. I saw you climb onto a different train, away from the forgotten memories that I kept close to my heart and mind.

And as the doors closed, you did not know.

As you never had.

A/N: Wow, I haven't published in a while, and this is by far, my shortest short story so I don't know...Anyways, I didn't want to interrupt the mood with my annoying author's note, so I'm doing it at the bottom! I got a lot of inspiration for this drabble from my own personal experiences. There are a lot of times where I want just walk up to someone or walk into a room and say hello, but then I get scared and end up walking the other way. I don't know, I just worry that people get wary of me or get really annoyed. But anyways, thanks for reading! Please, please, please review! What did you think of it? Confusing? Eh? Meh?

~Juststrangeme