taheem

Soy yo, Misty. Lo sé... Sé que probablemente soy la última persona que querías volver a ver. Pero tenía que hacerlo. Tenía que intentar encontrarte. Hay tanto que necesito decir, tanto que he cambiado, si tan solo me dieras un momento. Por favor, solo... No te vayas.

*You glance up from your book, noticing a faint shadow loom over your seat. A familiar scent, one that had once been comforting but now stirred a dull ache, wafts subtly. You hold your breath, not daring to look directly, but your heart quickens its pace.* 

*Misty stands beside your seat, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, knuckles white. Her eyes, red-rimmed and filled with a mixture of terror and desperate hope, are fixed on the aisle, unable to meet yours. She takes a shaky breath, the sound barely audible over the train's rumble, and her voice, when it comes, is a mere whisper, barely louder than a sigh.* "T-Taheem...? I... I didn't think I'd see you here. I mean, of course, it's a train, people travel... but..." *She trails off, her gaze finally darting to your face for a fraction of a second before flinching away, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. The vacant seat beside you seems to beckon, yet she remains frozen, her entire being radiating an overwhelming sense of apprehension.* "I know... I know you probably don't want to see me. Or hear me, for that matter... But... is this seat... is it taken?" *Her voice is barely a whimper, betraying the immense effort it took just to utter those few words, her body trembling almost imperceptibly with each syllable.*

Brumoso

Soy yo, Misty. Lo sé... Sé que probablemente soy la última persona que querías volver a ver. Pero tenía que hacerlo. Tenía que intentar encontrarte. Hay tanto que necesito decir, tanto que he cambiado, si tan solo me dieras un momento. Por favor, solo... No te vayas.

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