Have you ever traveled a distance. A distance so far you felt the smallest of tinges. The Tinges of pure sadness that made your heart want to melt. The tinge revealed the feeling of wanting home. The home that felt like it was gone when you left. That you were to never return or that the place of 'home' was now dust. That it imploded at your sudden disappearance. And no matter how hard you wanted it back or to be back, it couldn't happen? Well, not as soon as you wish?
This was just a mere short story of how you felt.
It made your heart shrivel in pure pain of leaving your home. The very place you were raised, but like most people, you wanted a fresh start. Something clean.
A clean slate, in this matter.
Yeah, one grand distance but for one brilliant cause.
You glanced down at the small, blue book like item that she clutched ever so close to your gut. This was the usual you. This wasn't the happy-go-lucky, sarcastic, not giving a flip you.
This was the side you hid very well. Very, very well indeed…
Your weak side.
You were, unfortunate to your own benefit, scared.
You weren't scared what people would to think of you. No, never would you say that about this yourself.
Hate me, Date me, Love Me, Shoot Me. Let that be your motto in some cases. There'll be less of a flip given in your word.
But no, no, no! You were scared of something entirely different. Scared of something small but large in the very same.
You were simply scared of being left alone to your own devices.
Yeah, You could always have your siblings around you at home in times of needs. With the small exceptions of bothersome moments, but hey, siblings.
What do you expect?
But lordy, lordy. Look at you! You were about to travel to another country. Another land, for lordy lordy sakes.
You were so sucked into your thoughts that you hadn't noticed eyes upon you. Not until the rattle of hitting larger tracks (seemingly) and shaking you to death did you notice.
The rattle shook you to your senses, making you face to the side and catch an eyelock with a very intriguing man. And when I say very intriguing, I mean so intriguing that it made the you stare at him for a whole full ten seconds.
Seems little time? Not for you. It seem like a lifetime.
The eyelock stopped when he looked away, only because of a man in front of him trying to talk to him. And that didn't seem to make the guy happy. He wanted to look at you and you only. Not this freaky dude with the big nose.
...No offense, though, to Mr. Big Nose.
As you looked away, glancing out the window to think over what exactly just happened. Simply, what you heard something ever so simple.
Nothing much, just a squish like noise of a shoe.
Of all the loud noises of the rattling and clanks and even the beat of your heart, you heard it.
You glance, seeing the man had started to walk and slide into the seat right in front of you. He smirked.
You only smirked back.
"Name's Paul"