*This story was inspired by the song ‘You’re
Beautiful’ by James Arthur. I was listening to this song on the radio while on
my way home and I think the lyrics is sad and beautiful at the same time.
I improvise a bit with the phrase ‘f**king high’ and took it to the literal
meaning to add to the story.
A Glimpse of You, A Bit of Me
It
was 3 AM on Thursday. Or Friday, I guess. Whatever. See, my college buddy,
Braden, had this awesome idea to celebrate the end of this semester with going
to a nearby bar. This nearby bar, apparently, was not so nearby. We had to take
the subway. Short story, we - my college friends and I - drank kinda a lot.
Another short story, we were kinda drunk. It’s not the first time I was drunk
but it was the first I was that drunk. I mean, I don’t drink on a daily basis,
just on some rare occasion. By rare I mean New Year.
Anyway,
none of us was fancy enough to drive a car so as any other day, just as how we got
to the bar, we got back to our apartment by subway. We were not that drunk that
we couldn’t walk, we were just rambling nonsense things and laughing at
basically anything. The second we put our butts on the subway, everyone shut
their mouths. Maybe it’s because it was 3 am
and everyone in there was so quiet. Also because we were so tired already by
all the laugh we had on the street while walking to the subway station.
It
took only 3 stations to reach our apartment. So it’s a very short trip. I commute
by subway to college but I barely have the time to have a conversation with
anyone even though I encounter almost the same familiar face every single day. I
only had this conversation once with a middle-aged man. He asked me if I went
to the college nearby and the only college nearby is mine. So I said, as a matter
of fact, I was. Then he asked me some other things that I simply couldn’t
remember. Just when he was about to talk about himself, I reached my station. Not
his lucky day, I guess. Or mine.
However,
that night was different. I remember very clearly, it was the 2nd station
when I saw her. Funny, people always say the first thing they notice of a
person, especially the one they in love with, is their eyes. But no, what
caught me off guard was actually her hair. Her shoulder-length red hair that frames
her freckled face perfectly. You can easily notice her anywhere, with that spectrum
of color on her.
She
tucked her hair behind her ear. Why girls do that, I wonder? Beside her was a
guy that I didn’t see her with before. She was talking with him. Who is this
guy? Her guy friend? Was she with him when she got inside this subway? My visions
are getting blurry. I squinted my eyes. It made it even more blurry. I felt tired
and sleepy and dizzy my eyelids almost shut. That’s when she looked at me. With
my eyes half opened, I gave her my best smile. At least I hope it was my best.
Probably wasn’t. Her small lips formed a small smile. I caught a glimpse of sadness
in her eyes for a second. Was that real or just the drunkenness kicking in? She
looked away from me and continued to talk to the guy next to her.
That’s
all I remember from that night. My last memory of that night was of her. I didn’t
even remember walking back to my apartment. What I know is I just have to take
that subway again, even if that means getting out of bed at 3 am on Friday.
((I
actually planned on writing a short story on this one but turned out to be long
enough to become just a story without the shortness. I will continue this as soon as possible. Hope
you enjoy this one. –F ))
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