Chapter One
The Writer~
Is it possible for a nineteen-year-old adult to get lost in a New York subway station?
Maybe. If the adult is a nerd with zero social skills and a hundred percent social anxiety. If the adult is one of those who don't pick up their phone when someone calls them just to avoid a conversation. If the adult is one of those who don't even look at someone's face because he is anxious.
It's not surprising that I got lost. I have gotten lost quite a few times before, but I had a Google map to help me out of those situations. Now that I have been mugged and the bugler has taken everything from me, I am left with nothing.
I wish I didn't get out of the house today.
But shits happen. I was mugged before I entered the station. It is not like I don't know how to defend myself, it is just that I didn't want to interact with the mugger. I didn't prepare myself to have a proper conversation throughout the day in front of my mirror today.
I wish I'd.
I look around the station. It's late at night. The last train is about to enter the platform and will leave soon as well. I have absolutely no money to buy a card to enter. I had one but it was stolen. As I said, I didn't prepare myself to have any proper conversation with anyone, so I didn't bother to go to the police station and file a report. Just seeing the face of the crop will make my day worse.
Isn't my day already worse? What could be worse than this?
I want to slap myself when I think this. God has something against me. When I say, 'What could be worse than this?' He takes it personally and then shows me what can actually be worse.
Why doesn't he take it as a prayer rather than a challenge?
I look around the platform with absolutely no idea what to do. My house is six platforms away from here. So there is no way that I can walk there. If I miss this last train then I will have to book a cab, and I have zero pennies in my pocket for that. I could also have brought my car if I hadn't sent it for servicing eighteen hours ago.
No matter what the hell I want to do, it always starts with money, which I don't have right now.
Never did I think that money would be something that would cause me such trouble.
I look around again. Looking for a bench or something where I can sleep off the night. I don't feel agitated or angry. All I feel is self-pity for being this useless.
I take a seat on the nearby bench, wondering if I will freeze to death in mid-November. If I do then I will hold the mugger accountable. He could at least spare me my card.
Just then a girl enters the platform. It takes a mile-second for my eyes to fall over her and it takes my heart a mere second to be completely enamored by her.
She is looking around the platform, and when she realizes that she didn't miss the train, relief washes over her dark eyes. She has dark hair with sun-kissed bronze skin. Her whole body is covered in warm clothes. Only her head and face are visible, and it is enough to make my heart galop like it wants to jump out of my chest and go to her.
She fixes her hair, probably to hide the fading scar on her forehead. It's a small, and fading scar, but it is prominent enough for anyone to see. She has two rabbit teeth that make her unimaginably adorable.
I wonder if I kiss her scar and tell her that she is beautiful, what she will do.
What the hell, Kyler?! Since when did you start to have this kind of intrusive thoughts?
I try not to stare too much. But it's hard not to when she is so fucking mesmerizing.
She is very young and petite. Maybe she is around sixteen? And with her frame, maybe five feet and another inch.
Perfect…
I can feel my cheeks heating up as I try to invade my eyes from her. I can't remember the last time I felt this way around another girl. She is making me feel things that I have never felt before.
Weird…
I try to take a few calming breaths and turn to see her again. And I am almost startled out of my skin as I see her standing right in front of me, looking at me with those big doe eyes. I wonder if she can hear how loud my heartbeat has become because of her proximity. I hope not.
"Are you lost?" She asks, and I am scared that I have just fallen all over again for her. Her voice is so soft, so warm, so adorable, just like her…
I stare at her for a few good seconds through my heavy reading glasses and disheveled, overgrown hair. I am a mess and she is perfect.
"Are you lost?" She asks again, not even getting a bit comfortable from my intense stare.
I wonder how she figured it out…
After what seems like an eternity, I manage to bob my head up and down a little. I can't take my eyes off her. She isn't worth it—my eyes off her. She is something to be admired and cherished.
She opens her purse then pulls out 100$ and offers it to me. "I hope it will help a little." The train pulls into the platform. Her focus shifts to the train and she shoves the money in my hands as she sees that I am making no attempt to take the money from her. "Have the money and get yourself a cab or something." She hurriedly hops onto the train when the door opens up. She turns around and offers me a warm smile, baring her rabbit teeth as she waves at me.
The train leaves the station. And she leaves me with a hundred bucks and an empty chest. She has no idea what she took from me when she simply just walked in, offered me money, and gave me the most beautiful and heartwarming smile I have ever seen.
I am in love.
And It's a love at first sight.
If not today, then maybe someday, I will make her mine. I will take her heart in return for my heart. She can keep it. Because she is worth it.