Surreal

 

Running as fast as he can for him to be able to catch the last ride home, his caramel soft tendrils flies freely beneath the wind with his black cardigan dashes on his every move. Skinny legs are assaulted with him, trying to run nonstop even if his feet are already numb. With his speed, it will be impossible to dash that quick as if he is a ninja with the guitar he’s carrying behind him adding weight as well as the broken amplifier he carries with his left hand. Even if he has small frame, he is surely strong and fast.

 

 

 

Without any doubt, he surely rocked the gig but he really needs to head home for an important celebration, his grandparent’s golden anniversary. Well, even if it is already two minutes before ten in the evening and he knows the celebration is probably over by now, he just wants to see the folks who raised him to a man he is now. In result, he skipped the drinking session with his band mates and even if that means missing the chance to meet gorgeous and sexy ladies that will certainly hang with them, he really doesn’t mind. Besides, he already got a girl and hopes that Taylor and him will soon fix the lament of misunderstandings they are suffering now.

 

 

 

He's just in time. The bus is in its way to leave but he manages to jump into the door in the verge of closing. He hands the ticket while he was still catching his breath as his eyes search for a vacant seat. He heaved a exhausted sigh when he realized that the last trip is full enough that will require him to stand all throughout the ride. However, he notices an unoccupied one on the fifth row. He walks on the midst of strangers heading to wherever their home are located as he soon freezes when he reached the seat he is supposed to slump his ass.

 

 

 

Literally, time stands still. 

 

 

 

Mesmerized by the moment, a trace of smile lightens his face. The girl notices him in no time as she scoots immediately to give him a enough space and bows her head politely as a sign of sorry. He settled beside her, exactly an inch away from the goddess. Is it possible to fall in love at first sight? The real question is - Is it possible to fall for a stranger even if he already has someone owning his heart? Or does Taylor really own his heart for the first place?

 

 

 

His mind suddenly turned to a blank slate as he can’t contain himself and starts to purse his lips in between his pearly whites to hide his grin. Lowering his head and fixing his amplifier to fit under his seat are all that he could do for him to be able to make his blissfully blushing face hidden from the girl he barely knows. Yet again, he takes another stolen glimpse to her gorgeousness as it only confirms that he's not dreaming after all.

 

 

 

It is official. She definitely got his attention.

 

 

 

He is unexplainably intrigued on the beauty she possesses beyond reasonable doubt. Everything is magic. The way she flips her shoulder level chestnut wavy hair is unique in a good way, even if some of her sepias on the top of her head are tied by a rubber band which looks messy to other people, he finds it rather cute. She has the most beautiful face with those soft features and the smoothest skin he’d ever seen. Those eyes shining every time she smiles are so hard to miss, orbs reflecting every city lights which makes the city more attractive than it already is. Her pointed nose is complimenting her soft pinkish thin lips that curves from time to time as she looks through the window and wonder on infinity of nothingness.

 

 

 

How come he finds it pleasurable just by watching her every move from his peripherals? Not that it sounds pervert but, she is really stunning to observe. She constantly taps on her neon pink phone with her thumbs, checking her empty inbox and reading the same message from her sent items (which the message is so vague for him to be able to read). After doing that, a pout is always the ending.

 

 

 

The pink oversized hoodies unexpectedly looks good on her with black tights on. She’s also wearing a high cut sneakers that she sometimes hit it with each other like a broken wind shield. Her lower lip is frequently bitten by her, staying clamped in her teeth for a handful of seconds and always followed by a slow lick - too slow that makes him flush every time, seriously. She also has the mannerism of nail biting, to be honest, he hates people biting their nails since he's a sinner of it before and learned to stop doing it because it is not healthy. But this girl, doing the thing rather turned him on. Heaven only knows how her body language blows his breath away.

 

 

 

Weirdly, he can’t find suitable words to explain why he keeps on grinning after every smile she makes. Cupid strikes him without him knowing it as his heart beats abnormally as if it is trying to pump blood as much as it could or else he'll die. 

 

 

 

There is something about her. He thought.

 

 

 

On the other hand, she sensed the long secret stare as she turns her head to the left just for them to gaze at each other's soul, seeing both of their reflection. She raises her both eyebrows and pulled her lips out, wearing a face like what-do-you-want? He gulps the bulge in his throat and immediately gives her an awkward smirk. He swiftly shifts his sight on the other passengers waiting for their stop and are dying in boredom. 

 

 

 

The silence is drawn between them, confirming that his tongue is tied even if he wants to talk to her badly but never had the guts until the opportunity slipped through his hands. Sadly, she makes her way off the bus.

 

 

 

"Friday night is really full of surprises. Stupid. I should have asked for her digits." He scolded himself gibberishly. Though his heart is still fluttered, his joy is soon flipped with the fact that he has the smallest chance of seeing her again. And that obviously sucks.

 

 

 

*

 

 

 

Staring at his phone, his ever first girlfriend which is now his ex wants to meet him after the gig. He loved her. Loved. Which means he doesn’t anymore. He is having a little argument with himself if he will still grant her request after denying him that he is her boyfriend in front of her friends just because she was just scared that when her friends found out she's dating with the trash vocalist who doesn't know anything but singing, they might turn their back to her. She deserves another man and so does he. It hurts but technically, he is not the man she wants to be with. She's trying to change him to someone he doesn't even met. She is too perfectionist and always has high expectation from him. He can’t give up being the lead guitarist and the vocalist of their band. Majoring in communication arts, she is completely against it and wants him to shift to engineering or architectural so that he will look presentable once she introduces him to her family.

 

 

 

He had enough from her. He lost that bubbly Taylor to the hypocrite she became.

 

 

 

Standing on the bus stop with the same set of guitar on his back, he blankly follows the movement of the last ride home. His yawn is terminated when he recognizes a familiar face. There she is again, sitting on the same seat she occupied last Friday. Cheerfully, he climbs on the entrance and had no second thoughts from sitting beside her. Funny it is since the bus contains only a handful of passengers that leaves many vacant seats but he still chose to have the one on her side.

 

 

 

It’s Friday. He is completely overwhelmed by delight of seeing her again.

 

 

 

Same day. Same hour. Same seat. Same amazing girl.

 

 

 

His tongue once again doesn’t cooperate. No words coming out. Fuck, say something. He feels that his throat dries fast as he his breathing becomes heavy with his left leg moving a little up and down, in fast motion. It is as if he is now mentally blocked as he tries to dive into his memory for the sweetest line his friends used to say to get the girl they wanted. Though frustration is his best friend as he looks in the ceiling, convincing he can do this. His pale lips parted as he tries to make his first syllable only for him to shut his mouth again. You are better than this. Closing his lids, he inhales everything he could to even the thuds of his heart. This is it, he faces her.

 

 

 

However, she falls asleep. His disappointed face is plastered all over him, he could just say a single hello before she is drowned into a light slumber. Though smile curls to his lips when she drops her head a couple of times. Like a kid, trying not to sleep but too tired to be awake.

 

 

 

Watching again never feels this good as she slides her head, landing to his shoulders. It is the most unexpected thing he has not seen coming as his heart skips a beat, feeling like he is killed for the moment. He doesn’t know what to do and his mind panics to keep his sanity up. He is so confused as instinct comes in instantly.

 

 

 

Maybe because she's asleep, that's why he found the courage he needed a while ago. Then there he is, acting like her boyfriend as if they are together for a couple of years. He gently snatched her phone from her hand before it even fall and put it safely in her small leather brown bag, zipped it back and set it on her lap. His right hand supported her face with his cold fingers touching her soft cheek, making some of the butterflies in his stomach perform a graceful dance with his heart fleeting in heaven. He made sure his feet are still and supporting his guitar. The left free hand of him stretches to fix her hair, brushing it several times, interlacing his fingers together with her soft sepias. And her light snore is never a turn off, instead it tickles him a bit as he giggles discretely.

 

 

 

The feeling of the weight of her head in his shoulder is the best thing happened to him as he he sighed in contentment. He then stops raking her hair as his left hand shifted to support her face while his right laces with hers together with her arm anchoring it to his arm. Her beautiful innocent face is flattering to his angelic face.

 

 

 

They completely look like long lost lovers.

 

 

 

The world seems to stop or let say slower than the usual and everything appears more beautiful in his eyes. He unintentionally planted a kiss on her tousled hair and smells it freely, a unique spring break scent. The corner of his lips lifted together with his cheekbones and no joke, his smile is so, so priceless. Nothing on earth matters now for him, just the two of them, having this special connection. All of these feelings have never been felt by him before. He is definitely deeply, madly, in love with a complete stranger.

 

 

 

Unfortunately, her stop has come as he wakes her up by squeezing her hands lightly. Her eyes snap wide as she realized that she is still intertwined in his arm and her head is carelessly resting on his shoulder. She bounces up as her mouth went ajar, opening it wide, looking surprised as her cheeks grow scarlet with his face soon dusted with crimsons. She must be embarrassed. Though the guy is more of tantalized. Another grin lifted his face as he wrinkles his nose, trying to tease her, making his eyes really small and arching to rainbow. She bows again and again and soon flies like a bird. He chuckles as he sees her down the street, so perplexed and dumbfounded, looking back at the bus with their eyes hitting each other, lovely.

 

 

 

There is something about her. Cute.

 

 

 

He leans his back and stretched his arms while grinning like he won lottery. Breathing the scent of her that is still lingering on the seat and his heart knows that he will see her again. He just knows.

 

 

 

*

 

 

 

Another Friday night with him looking forward for another thrilling moment together with the girl he is so fond of, explicitly expecting to meet her. The last bus comes and he jolt in joy handing the ticket. He is so used to the drill as he heads to the fifth row of the bus, his face wrinkles his face as his grip on the guitar tightens in despair with the pair of seat welcoming him alone. She’s not there.

 

 

 

He disappointedly sits and bitterly moves his ass near the window. Realizing how stupid he is. How imbecile he is. He should have asked for her number last week, or even her name. Yeah, how come didn't even ask for her name? Wrathful, he kicks the vacant chair in front out of the blue. Shit.

 

 

 

His forlorn dejection has grown. Months passed, still no trace of her. He always skips the drinking session every single Friday after the gig, hoping and praying he will be able to see her. Just once, please, just one more time.

 

 

 

After six hopeless consecutive months, he finally gave up and moved on with his life. Cupids were really insensitive back then for making his heart break to millions as he had no choice and came back to the arms of his first girlfriend. They tried their best to work their already ruined relationship. However, four years passed by only for them to fail yet again as they led to a more stressful break up. Though somehow, he listened to her and now, he's already a licensed architect.

 

 

 

*

 

 

 

From a heavy metal guitar, he is now carrying a blue print enclosed in a cylindrical case and a hard black suitcase. Fitting in his formal crisp working suit, he steps out of his car and kicks the tire at the back of his car, realizing he doesn’t have the complete paraphernalia to change it so he decides to leave it on the crook of the road and calls for the services tow to pick it up. He lifts his arm and gazes at his timepiece. He shakes his head with the time saying ten minutes before ten and he is somewhat far from the bus stop for him to be able to seize last bus ride.

 

 

 

He once more swoosh his way to the public transport stop four blocks away as his tired face felicity lighted as he manly enters. While every girl inside is eyeing him, studying his handsomeness, the timid girl on the fifth row doesn't even give a little attention to him. He purse his lips with his heart doing some acrobatic skill as he coolly sauntered towards and momentarily paused when his eyes lays on her again.

 

 

 

Fixing his necktie and raking his velvet neat hair, he confidently walks towards her and saw an old lady sitting beside his muse. His face turns sour for being upset and relentlessly sits on the opposite side. After approximately a minute of waiting in vain, the driver clutches as wheels start to move. Examining the old woman, he notices that she contemplates whether the place is her stop or not and decides to and put her arms up, “Wait! I’m getting off.”

 

 

 

The joy embraces him, smirking on his way to her empty side. His orbs gazes at every inches of her while she is silently reading a book. Maybe, not reading, but more of scanning the pages. Having her again this close makes him do a shy giggle. There is really something about her which I like.

 

 

 

She did not change at all, he notices. Her porcelain skin is the same, as smooth as always. Her lips, still looking soft and pink and so kissable. Her eyes are still alive and full of hope just like the last time he saw her four years ago. And she’s still blissful the way she is. Gorgeous. Just her hair, it grew immaculately nice. From ash brown to goddess blonde with highlights of violet and pink on the end of her hair. Interesting. From hoodies, she shifted to a casual floral dress. Prettily worn on a nice season. Spring.

 

 

 

The grinning man is making up his mind, still tongue tied because of her fascinating beauty. With the help of few deep breaths, he clears his throat, takes the guts of the four years longing. Knowing that by several minutes, she will be leaving since her stop is drawing near, he must talk. He must.

 

 

 

“Fifty shades? My sister had read those for the nth time which I cannot count in my hands anymore.” His pearly whites show with the smile creeping on his trembling lips, waiting for her reply. After a second or two, still no response from her. He grows tired as he moves his head down to see her eyes, still facing her. She is probably too occupied gazing at the last chapter she is reading. He immediately waves his hand and thank God, finally, she notices him.

 

 

 

She smiles extravagantly.

 

 

 

With that one smile, he's now head over heels, feeling the jittering and tingling sensation throughout his body. His heart melts, hearing its own beat. Lungs couldn't cope up with the intense breathing he needs to supply his overly reacting heart trapped in his cages. Exciting cripples soon hover him as his mouth finds the strength to speak. “Sorry for interrupting you... but... I really need to do this or else I’ll lose you." 

 

 

 

He is panting with his face already glowing red, "I’m Strauss, and you are?”

 

 

 

She cocks her head with her amused face, maybe because he is too good looking, she doesn't answer but rather whips her phone out of her bag’s zipper. She taps while his smile is eternally drawn in his face. As soon as she hands the phone and reads the message, his happiness vanishes in the blink on an eye.

 

 

 

Compose New Message:

Sorry, I cannot speak and hear. But, thank you for trying hard to talk to me. I’ll be going. Take care. ^___^

 

 

 

The bus breaks for the stop where she needs to get off. She bows down, colourful hair falling perfectly with the same scent he is crazy about as his jaw dropped on the floor, realizing that she is deaf and mute. When she reaches the spot next to the driver near the door, she turns back, waves her small fragile hand and there again, smiles.

 

 

 

Still processing the unexpected turn of events, he does nothing. Just watch her took off the vehicle as the closing of the door is the next thing he heard. His body seems to be nailed in the chair since he isn't ready to hear those facts. He really doesn't know, how or what to say, to react. 

 

 

 

His teary eyes shifted to where the girl is heading, walking away from him. Just like the old times. She always leaves first. He’s always left alone.

 

 

 

The bus starts to run its engine as his head and heart fight. His head is asking him to let go of her, sure, she’s pretty but he’ll surely suffer in the end. Sign language never crossed his mind in his entire life. He doesn’t know how to deal with people with disability. There are a lot more beautiful women out there, normal. 

 

 

 

Who is he for the first place to exclude her in his life just because she is disabled? Isn't that heartless? Isn't that rude? He can't teach himself to love a perfect girl because it is only his heart who can decide. His pure heart rushes for him to realize - First meeting is an accident, second meeting is coincidence and third meeting is destiny. If he let this chance passes by, he knows that he will never see her again. Ever.

 

 

 

Eager, he dashes to the exit, pleading to the driver to let him take his way off even though it is illegal to stop somewhere which is not a loading and unloading area since the bus has travelled already three blocks away from the bus stop. The driver is soon convinced and even happy to hear the confession of this young bachelor and let him write his own fairy tale.

 

 

 

Running as fast as he can, he remembers. Just like the first time, like the guy in leather jacket with rock and roll on his head four years ago, with his hair waving with the wind, trying to catch the bus for an important reason. But this time, it is not because of just an important reason but an important person, most important perhaps. This is fate. He found the one he knows is destined to him.

 

 

 

Looking left and right, he surveys the empty street. He gallops but soon he sees her walking leisurely towards a coffee shop, a smile crept his lips. Before she could enter the establishment, he cut her off. Reaching her tiny soft hand with his breathe trying to catch up, he grins and slips the phone from his suit. He taps, mimicking the girl and shows it with his eyes trying to stop the tears from falling, trying to have a grip on himself or else he'll broke into tears. It is odd, but all he could think is that... 

 

 

 

He wants to hold her. To see her every single day. To make her smile. To impress her. To make her feel like she's the most loved person. To kiss her. To love her, till the end of time.

 

 

 

Love in its sickest.

 

 

 

Compose New Message:

Do you mind if I love you forever?

Let’s start with a coffee. Shall we? ^___^

 

 

 

Just like the movies, wind brushes the couple's still body, time in its slowest phase. Eyes gazing at each other, tears breaming the corner. Smiling. Hearts beating as one. The sweet salvation. Destined.

 

 

 

 

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