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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...
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...
