The train was moving at maximum speed. Standing by the door of the general compartment, for the first time, I felt calm… amidst all the chaos around me. People stood one breath away from one another, the wind gushed through the open doors, swaying my hair across my face. And yet…
All I could focus on was your face.
The rush, the noise, the movement—it all blurred into the background. But your face remained unbothered.
Unbothered by the impacts of the world. Unbothered by the problems in your life.
You felt like the reason I was calm. Or at least, the calmness remained on my face—because honestly, my heart was racing.
I was afraid you could hear it.
You noticed my silence. I had been lost in my thoughts, lost in you. It was only when you snapped your fingers close to my face that I snapped out of my dream world.
“You went to your own dream world again, didn’t you?” you asked with that soothing voice.
I smiled. “Why ask when you already know the answer?”
You didn’t reply. Instead, you just stood there, looking at my face—without blinking.
It felt like a thousand thoughts were running through your mind. I mirrored your stare, wondering if you had just started a staring competition. But I lost… after five seconds.
Why couldn’t I look at you for more than five seconds?
Maybe I was shy.
But I was never going to admit that.
The wind kept playing with my hair, throwing it into my eyes. As I reached up to tuck it behind my ears, I felt warmth on my hips.
Startled, I opened my eyes only to find your hands holding me—tight enough to establish the right over me.
I stood still, processing what just happened. My mind was racing, but my body refused to move.
Finally, I found my voice. “Wha—”
Before I could finish, you pulled me closer. So close that our breaths synced.
My hands rested on your chest. Yours stayed on my hips.
All this time, the eye contact remained unbroken.
I swear I had never seen such fierceness in your eyes.
My heart was about to explode—could you hear it?
How could I possibly say that you were making me go weak?
I never imagined silence could be so powerful.
“Why are you torturing my heart?” I asked with my eyes.
In response, yours smiled.
Leaning closer to my ear, you whispered, “It feels good to have you near me.”
A warmth spread from my head to my toes.
All I could do was stare.
Then, you came even closer—so close I could feel your warm breath on my cheeks.
Oh dear… why kill me inch by inch when you can just twist the dagger and get the job done?
My cheeks flushed. You noticed and smiled.
Slowly, you closed the distance between us.
I shut my eyes, ready to feel your lips on mine, ready to capture this moment for a lifetime.
But instead of the touch I anticipated, I felt something else—your warmth gently brushing against my nose, lingering just long enough to leave a trace.
The moment passed, and I opened my eyes.
You were looking at me with those lovey-dovey eyes, a vague smile on your lips. Then, your gaze shifted to the outside world. But your hands… they never left my side.
Confused, I drifted back into my dream world—wondering about the distance that still separated us, even though our bodies stood intertwined.