Justin was restless all through. Krystal's smiling face invaded his mind and he felt like he was going to go crazy.
He wished she were there and closed his eyes but when he opened them, she wasn't there. She was just a passing being in his life and all those memories, sweet memories he shared with her were to be treated as a dream. A beautiful dream.
He held on to her brown framed glasses. The one he refused to return to her.
Seeing it was like seeing her but the difference was that, he couldn't hold her hands, he couldn't touch her fair, smooth and soft skin. His mind flashed back to that night they spent together. That pleading face of hers and how it felt to hold onto her, he couldn't say he didn't enjoy it. He liked it and wanted to hold her once more but all that fantasy faded away the moment she got on the train.
