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Train Station
Jasper's POV:
It was a bright sunny morning when I first saw her sitting in bench waiting for the train. She has this long brown hair and fair white skin. She caught my attention with the book she's reading. It was my favorite crime novel book "Snow Creek" by Gregg Olsen. I was supposed to approach her but my train already came so I left without her glancing at me.
The next day I felt so excited thinking I would be able to see her again and I haven't mistaken because I saw her again in the same bench reading the same novel. I felt nervous to talk to her because she's too serious with her novel so I just sat again next to her waiting for the right timing. Sadly, the timing isn't there because the train came right after I sat next to her.
After class, I went home thinking about her. I wish I know her name so I decided to write a letter since I feel so nervous when she's near.
I woke up early, Friday in the morning and prepare my things so I can be at the train station as early as her. I arrived at the station at 5:35 feeling so cold. I sat at the same bench we used to sit in and wait for her. A few minutes later, she arrived and sat next to me. She took her book out of her brown lacy bag and started reading. I used my earphone to listen to music and ease my nervousness while I'm sliding my letter inside her bag and it was successful. Then later on, the train arrived and we went our separate ways.
I hope she was able to read my letter when she gets home. Ohh! I can't wait for our next encounter.
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Two days had passed and it's Monday again. It means I can see her again. Seeing her everyday make my heart beat faster and I know I already like her. I want to know more about her.
Day dreaming, I forgot it's already 7 in the morning so I prepared my things and head to the station but being so unlucky, the train had already left. I sat on the bench to breathe then someone asked me,
"Hi! has the train arrived? "
At that very moment I was thinking I'm not that unlucky. I felt surprise and my heart begun to beat crazily but then I have to act cool so I talked to her.
"yes, I wasn't able to catch the train as well".
We decided to take a bus on our way to school. While travelling, we started to make conversation. We shared some basic information about ourselves and talked about the book she keeps on reading. I just felt a bit confused because she didn't mention about my letter since my physical description was written there in case she doesn't know my name. But I didn't care less because right now, I feel like I'm in a cloud nine on happiness.
After that awesome incident, we started talking at each other at the train station and we even exchanged number so it would be easy for her to contact me in case she likes to borrow any of my crime novels.
As times go by, my feelings keep on going stronger so I decided to confess to her at the train station because I think she wasn't able to read my letter.
I hope we feel the same way. I hope I won't be a coward and be brave enough to confess what I truly feel for her.
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This is the time I'll confess so I have to be very early. It was 5:30 in the morning when I arrived at the station but she still wasn't there so I waited for her for a few minutes. My train came at 6 but she still wasn't there. I was hesitant if I'd take the train or wait for her but unfortunately, I can't be late at school because I have to take a test so I decided to enter the train thinking I'll be able to confess to her the next day saying,
"Emily, I have already fallen for you"
or so I thought, because that day at the train station was already my last day.
Emily's POV:
Having a shy personality has always been my weakness. It's so hard for me to talk to others so I busied myself reading especially when I'm at the train station. Then one day, a guy sat next to me but knowing me, I just ignored him and continued reading.
The next day, I woke up late so I hurriedly prepared my things and went at the station hoping the train hadn't arrive yet. I saw this guy panting at the bench so I build up my courage and asked him,
"Hi! has the train arrived? ".
Fortunately, the guy wasn't a snob. We rode at the same bus to school and talked about our fave crime novels. At that moment, I felt really comfortable with him. He has this sweet smile that every woman would fell for and has a manly gaze that looks attracted the most. Starting that day, we became friends. However, as time goes by, I think I feel more than just friend.
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I have been sick since last night. My mom said I needed to rest so I decided not to go to school. I planned to message Jasper but my phone was dead so I plugged it in first then took a nap.
The next day I felt much better. I took a bath then prepared everything. I used my brown lacy bag because that was the bag I used when Jasper first sat next to me. While picking up my things, I saw this white folded paper at the side pocket of my bag. I picked it up and planned to read it later because I was running late.
I forgot to send a message to Jasper the other day so sent a message telling him I won't be going to the train station because my mom will usher me to school.
When I arrived home, I still haven't received any of Jasper's message then I remembered the letter I saw in my bag. I was surprised to see Jasper's name written on it describing his physical features. The letter was his confession. I felt extreme delight reading his letter so I tried calling him.
"Hello? Jasper is that you? "
"This is Jasper's mom. Who is this?"
"Ohh! I'm Emily, his friend. Is he there? "
"Ohh dear, my son, he past away two days ago from the train explosion".
Right at that very moment, I felt numb. I dropped the phone as tears rolling down my face. I looked at the letter and read it again....
Dear You,
Hi, I'm Jasper. Sorry I named you "You". I was the guy who sits next to you at the train station. I'm quite tall, brown skin, and always puts my earphone on my neck. I just want to ask if its okay to know more of you. I saw you reading a "Gregg Olsen" crime novel so I was thinking maybe we could share some of crime novels we have.
I know it may sound odd but I liked you by just looking at you. I really find you attractive and I wish I would know your name. I actually planned on approaching you but I always feel nervous and shy so I tried to just simply give you a letter.
I do hope to talk to you very soon. Thank you for taking time reading my letter.
Until next time...
Yours truly,
Jasper
I can't stop myself from crying. I regret not texting him when I got sick. No! I regret getting sick that day because maybe, just maybe, he could still be here with me. I wish I was able to tell him what I truly feel for him.
"Ohh Jasper, I have already fallen inlove with you too".
© MidnightArt24
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Btw! POV means "Point Of View"
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It was a bright sunny morning when I first saw her sitting in bench waiting for the train. She has this long brown hair and fair white skin. She caught my attention with the book she's reading. It was my favorite crime novel book "Snow Creek" by Gregg Olsen. I was supposed to approach her but my train already came so I left without her glancing at me.
The next day I felt so excited thinking I would be able to see her again and I haven't mistaken because I saw her again in the same bench reading the same novel. I felt nervous to talk to her because she's too serious with her novel so I just sat again next to her waiting for the right timing. Sadly, the timing isn't there because the train came right after I sat next to her.
After class, I went home thinking about her. I wish I know her name so I decided to write a letter since I feel so nervous when she's near.
I woke up early, Friday in the morning and prepare my things so I can be at the train station as early as her. I arrived at the station at 5:35 feeling so cold. I sat at the same bench we used to sit in and wait for her. A few minutes later, she arrived and sat next to me. She took her book out of her brown lacy bag and started reading. I used my earphone to listen to music and ease my nervousness while I'm sliding my letter inside her bag and it was successful. Then later on, the train arrived and we went our separate ways.
I hope she was able to read my letter when she gets home. Ohh! I can't wait for our next encounter.
.
.
.
.
.
Two days had passed and it's Monday again. It means I can see her again. Seeing her everyday make my heart beat faster and I know I already like her. I want to know more about her.
Day dreaming, I forgot it's already 7 in the morning so I prepared my things and head to the station but being so unlucky, the train had already left. I sat on the bench to breathe then someone asked me,
"Hi! has the train arrived? "
At that very moment I was thinking I'm not that unlucky. I felt surprise and my heart begun to beat crazily but then I have to act cool so I talked to her.
"yes, I wasn't able to catch the train as well".
We decided to take a bus on our way to school. While travelling, we started to make conversation. We shared some basic information about ourselves and talked about the book she keeps on reading. I just felt a bit confused because she didn't mention about my letter since my physical description was written there in case she doesn't know my name. But I didn't care less because right now, I feel like I'm in a cloud nine on happiness.
After that awesome incident, we started talking at each other at the train station and we even exchanged number so it would be easy for her to contact me in case she likes to borrow any of my crime novels.
As times go by, my feelings keep on going stronger so I decided to confess to her at the train station because I think she wasn't able to read my letter.
I hope we feel the same way. I hope I won't be a coward and be brave enough to confess what I truly feel for her.
.
.
.
.
.
This is the time I'll confess so I have to be very early. It was 5:30 in the morning when I arrived at the station but she still wasn't there so I waited for her for a few minutes. My train came at 6 but she still wasn't there. I was hesitant if I'd take the train or wait for her but unfortunately, I can't be late at school because I have to take a test so I decided to enter the train thinking I'll be able to confess to her the next day saying,
"Emily, I have already fallen for you"
or so I thought, because that day at the train station was already my last day.
Emily's POV:
Having a shy personality has always been my weakness. It's so hard for me to talk to others so I busied myself reading especially when I'm at the train station. Then one day, a guy sat next to me but knowing me, I just ignored him and continued reading.
The next day, I woke up late so I hurriedly prepared my things and went at the station hoping the train hadn't arrive yet. I saw this guy panting at the bench so I build up my courage and asked him,
"Hi! has the train arrived? ".
Fortunately, the guy wasn't a snob. We rode at the same bus to school and talked about our fave crime novels. At that moment, I felt really comfortable with him. He has this sweet smile that every woman would fell for and has a manly gaze that looks attracted the most. Starting that day, we became friends. However, as time goes by, I think I feel more than just friend.
.
.
.
.
.
.
I have been sick since last night. My mom said I needed to rest so I decided not to go to school. I planned to message Jasper but my phone was dead so I plugged it in first then took a nap.
The next day I felt much better. I took a bath then prepared everything. I used my brown lacy bag because that was the bag I used when Jasper first sat next to me. While picking up my things, I saw this white folded paper at the side pocket of my bag. I picked it up and planned to read it later because I was running late.
I forgot to send a message to Jasper the other day so sent a message telling him I won't be going to the train station because my mom will usher me to school.
When I arrived home, I still haven't received any of Jasper's message then I remembered the letter I saw in my bag. I was surprised to see Jasper's name written on it describing his physical features. The letter was his confession. I felt extreme delight reading his letter so I tried calling him.
"Hello? Jasper is that you? "
"This is Jasper's mom. Who is this?"
"Ohh! I'm Emily, his friend. Is he there? "
"Ohh dear, my son, he past away two days ago from the train explosion".
Right at that very moment, I felt numb. I dropped the phone as tears rolling down my face. I looked at the letter and read it again....
Dear You,
Hi, I'm Jasper. Sorry I named you "You". I was the guy who sits next to you at the train station. I'm quite tall, brown skin, and always puts my earphone on my neck. I just want to ask if its okay to know more of you. I saw you reading a "Gregg Olsen" crime novel so I was thinking maybe we could share some of crime novels we have.
I know it may sound odd but I liked you by just looking at you. I really find you attractive and I wish I would know your name. I actually planned on approaching you but I always feel nervous and shy so I tried to just simply give you a letter.
I do hope to talk to you very soon. Thank you for taking time reading my letter.
Until next time...
Yours truly,
Jasper
I can't stop myself from crying. I regret not texting him when I got sick. No! I regret getting sick that day because maybe, just maybe, he could still be here with me. I wish I was able to tell him what I truly feel for him.
"Ohh Jasper, I have already fallen inlove with you too".
© MidnightArt24
Hi readers, do support my story. Please Like and Follow me to read more of my writings.
Btw! POV means "Point Of View"
Thanks and enjoy reading. 😊
