The one that got away.

He smiles as he gets on his feet, offering her his seat. She looks haggard, and gratefully accepts with a smile in return. She puts down the large shopping bags with a tired sigh. He continues to look at her, without meaning to or realising. She gives him the smallest of smiles and looks out the window.

He wonders what she’s thinking. What are all those shopping bags for? Gifts for loved ones or a much needed shopping spree for herself? She would make a good mother, he thinks. He smiles as he has a random thought of her entering multiple shops and walking out with assistants trailing behind with bulks of those obnoxious shopping bags found at the most exclusive ’boutiques’. He stifles a laugh as he can’t imagine this toned-down, ordinary version of her doing that. He stares at his feet, still smiling. She would age well.

She can see his reflection in the tinted window, and wonders why he’s still staring at her, with the same smile glued on his face. She turns and sees him staring at his feet. He has kind eyes, she thinks. She wonders what he’s doing on this train at this time of day. Perhaps going to meet or pick up a loved one? A business meeting? He is certainly dressed smart, it could be either. For some reason she pictures it is her he has come to pick at the station, and when she gets off the train he runs towards her and grabs her tightly, not wanting to let go and they kiss passionately. Not caring who is watching, lost in their own world. She snaps out of her reverie and realises now she has the smile plastered on her face and is staring at him funny. He would age well. She looks out the window to hide further embarrassment of making eye contact.

He can feel her gaze on him, but doesn’t dare to look up and make eye contact, as if confirming the fact that they are both aware of the attraction between them. More curiousity than attraction. He wonders how it would matter anyway, nothing would come of it.

She sees his reflection staring at her again, and this time darts her head quick enough to catch his blue eyes on her. He smiles, unembarrassed and unashamed to be caught staring. She smiles back, a fuller, brighter smile and wishes the journey didn’t take so long. What was she thinking? This wouldn’t matter. Nothing would come of it. She knows this would be one of those ‘what if’ moments she’d store and file away in her memory, and refer to when she was thinking of nothing in particular.

Next stop, the train stops. He hopes this is her stop too. It would be such a shame to leave it hanging like this.

She hopes it’s not his, but when has hope ever been enough to change the course of actions of others?

He gets off, looks back one last time and sighs. If only…

She watches him unable to conceal his dissapointment as he watches her and the train slowly pull out of the station.

She thinks of him as the one that got away.

He reflects forlornly, the one that got away.

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7 responses to “The one that got away.

  1. I loved reading this. The flow and pace are just perfect to ensure both movement and involvement! And best of all… it’s one of those “small insignificant things made interesting and inspiring” kind of things… !

    I used to write little snippets of stories, seemingly caught midflight in whatever storyline and plot. No explanation. No clarification. No disclaimers or neatly packaged endings. Just moments in time with nameless people… Your story reminded me of that, … and I guess nudged that urge in me to pick it up again. Who knows, maybe I will… some day.

    Thank you! Can’t wait to read more…
    rayn

  2. Thank you. It means a lot to know that my words evoke emotions like that in people who read them!

    I will wait for your pieces! 🙂

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