Hello, Wright is here with another short story. The story of the gentleman's bodyguard hasn't been finished yet. Huh. I'm sorry, Wright. I'm in the process of rewriting. But it's a little slow because Wright is very busy. So I brought this story here for everyone to read first.
This short story was written by Wright for a competition in a project. But as expected, I didn't pass the test. Hahaha, this contest project has a lot of talented people applying. Wright himself is still skilled and can't compete with people who are experts in this kind of thing. This short story was written by Wright at a time when Wright had a question:
What are we looking for in this life? Wright received inspiration for writing this story from the idol group that Wright liked. Thus this matter arose. "About the last train that Cob supported us" I want everyone to enjoy this short story and hope that every reader will get some ideas from this short story that Wright has left for everyone ^^
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Among the many people in the train station There was only myself, rushing out of the rented house with a broken body. Carrying a small sling bag and a backpack, you are ready to travel to a certain place. to find something I forgot where I was going. I walked to the platform and waited for the train.
Standing and waiting for a while, a train slowly came along. and the passengers inside gradually walked out. But this isn't the train I need to take.
I stood and waited for a while and a new train stopped but it wasn't the one I was supposed to take. Standing and waiting and sitting and waiting, my train still hasn't arrived. People who used to wait for the train together gradually disappeared as the train came to stop. Until there was only me standing and waiting until my whole legs were tired. So I put down my bag and prepared to sink my butt into the chair, but soon the train I had been waiting for a long time came to a stop.
Seeing that, I quickly grabbed my bag and walked into the train car. I searched for the seat number I remembered by heart while waiting for the train and stuffed the ticket into my shoulder bag before the train pulled up to the platform. I walked until I reached the middle of the train car. I stopped there before speaking to the person sitting in the seat in front of me.
"Excuse me, can you help me carry my bag up? This is my seat."
“Excuse me,” said the handsome young man sitting next to me. Pulling the headphones from his ears, he apologized and picked up his bag and placed it on his lap.
“Is this your place?” he asked me as I was already sitting next to my seat. This person is very strange. I reserved a ticket and the number was correct. Why do I have to ask like this? I frowned a little, but I didn't sulk.
“Yes, I made a reservation. Is there something wrong?”
"Oh...no."
“What music are you listening to?” I started to make conversation. It's not strange, is it? Well, I came alone and wanted to find friends to talk to.
“Listen to the sound of rain and music. It's relaxing. Want to try listening to it?” he said, handing me one earphone.
I nodded and was about to stretch out my hand to receive it, but suddenly a thick hand, so white and bright that the veins on the back of it were visible, moved to my left ear before he slowly moved. Put the headphones on for me gently I accidentally caught his eyes before I looked away. It turns out I can hear my heart more than the sound of the rain syncing with the music.
I pretended to listen intently for a bit longer before taking off my headphones and handing them back. I can't concentrate to listen to it.
“It really relaxes me.” I gave him a smile and he did the same.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Oh...I'll...” I said as I took out a ticket from my bag but strangely it was my ticket before I put it in my bag. It's still in good condition. Why is it now so wet that I can't read the letters that indicate the location? It must have been because of the water stains from when he touched the hand holding the ticket to the chair while waiting for the train.
And I can't remember where I'm going
I only gave a sheepish smile. Give it to him as an answer. When he saw my actions, he chuckled. I'm sorry that I can't remember the place.
"nevermind Not everyone who gets on this train knows exactly where they are going.”
“What?” I asked curiously.
“Is this your first time up?”
“Yes,” I answered honestly the first time I clicked to reserve a ticket. I don't even know the destination yet. I only look at the trains with the longest travel routes. It satisfied my desire because this train journey took up to a week. Until reaching the destination Strangely enough, I have never been on a train that took up so much of my life.
I just felt like I had to get out of the house to find something more on my mind than to care about the trip. Which I don't know what it is.
He smiled again before scanning his eyes for someone in the train carriage. I myself follow him. Because I also want to know who he is looking for. But this handsome man seemed to be a good person according to my ideals. I also want him to be interested in me like I've started to be interested in him. During the trip, I always invited him to talk.
Sometimes he tells stories. Let me hear some. I made it clear that I was ready to listen to whatever he had to say. Even if it's true or not.
I listened to him unconditionally for the past two days, but it turned out that I was the only one who enjoyed every activity I did with him. He kept looking around for someone as usual. He was not in the mood at all. I stood up before speaking to him.
“I need to go to the bathroom first,” he nodded in response. So I went to the bathroom to reconsider what had happened. To answer the question of who exactly is he looking for? I turned on the water at the sink before splashing water onto my face twice and turning off the faucet. I looked up at the reflection in the mirror until I saw the train number on the wall reflected in the mirror.
My eyes widened. It turned out that it was a different number from the train car I had reserved!
Does that mean that seat over there wasn't my place in the first place? I am very shocked Will it be a problem to walk back and sit in the same place? It shows that the man sitting next to me must have known in the past. To have asked like that What was it that made me not notice that he looked uncomfortable? Or try to reject me
It must be as expected. His attitude of looking out for others is the answer to this problem.
I stood on the way to another train and thought with a confused mind. There were only two options: I went to my reserved seat and I forced myself to sit in the same place next to the man. Pretending to be ignorant like before It would have been easier to find my own seat.
Besides, if I come first and sit first, it probably won't be a problem. Once I had made up my mind, I walked closer to the seat and sat down. But my eyes will still see that he's looking for that person. It hurts to see those actions. It was communicating that I wasn't the person he wanted sitting next to him.
It would be better than this place where the real owner could sit. I picked up my bag and put it on the seat.
“Is there something wrong? And where are you going to carry your bag?” he asked when he felt that I was about to walk away.
“I'm really sorry, I thought this was the place I reserved. Thank you for trying to be my friend,” I said before walking out of the train car to carry my bag. He was confused by my behavior too. But he didn't hold me back. He just stared at me for a moment before turning to the person he was waiting for to sit next to him. That's all.
I carried my bag along the train carriage. But I still haven't found the same train number that I reserved. The luggage I brought seemed to be a burden on me while looking for a seat like this. Clear beads of sweat flowed all over my face. The eyes of the people sitting there looked at me with annoyance as they saw me walking around. It made me so nervous that I felt guilty for being an eyesore.
Those bags that were on the seats didn't seem to be taken away until I couldn't even see the seat number. Just praying that I'll find my seat soon. Eventually, the train staff would lose their patience seeing me wandering around.
“Is there a problem?” A young woman walked over and pulled my bag to stop me from walking and grabbed my arm.
“Well...I can't find my reserved seat. This is the last booth.”
“I apologize. If two days have passed and the reserved seat owner still hasn't arrived, it will be resold to someone with more luggage.”
Wait! Is there something like this? What kind of crazy system is this? No one told me there was such a thing. I paid a lot of money to get a good seat. I could only think in my heart because I was completely stunned by the staff's words. My legs were numb from searching for a seat. But when I heard the staff say that the seats were resold My face was also numb.
Instead, the female employee smiled at me. What joy is this?
“I understand. But this is the unique system of this train. Passengers don't have to worry. We have emergency seats in the last car of the train.”
“The last booth?” I was puzzled, but it was the last booth. Where else can I sit?
“Yes, open the door behind you. There will be emergency seats for you. But if you go until you reach your destination, you still won't be able to come out.”
“What?” What does it mean that I'm not coming out?
“I mean, the last booth is an emergency seat. Therefore, there are no facilities provided.”
I let out a sigh before feeling like I was deaf. Because I'm tired of listening to employees talk. It was both physically and mentally exhausting. I just nodded and thanked the staff, although I was reluctant because of my irritation about the seating. Thinking, I immediately opened the door. The road ahead was so dark that I didn't dare walk, but when I stepped out into the train just now, The sound of the door lock behind me suddenly slammed loudly, as if it was purposely not allowing me to change my mind about going back.
Come on...I cheered myself up before stepping into the pitch-black path. along with the body falling down Everything was blocking my vision. I felt very guilty for trusting the employee. Unfortunately, instead of getting an emergency seat, I fell off the train. Is my life this short?
“Help me help this little girl quickly. Please find some water for her to drink.”
I opened my eyes again because of the loud chatter and called my consciousness back to know. I'm not dead yet, just fainted. That's it.
“How are you?” asked the chubby man standing behind me.
"It's nothing anymore..."
“Handkerchief, sir. I'm so sweaty I must be walking around looking for a seat until my legs hurt.” The old woman looked kind and handed me a handkerchief.
“How did Grandma know?”
“People in this closet are all affected like this. But it looks like I'm the hardest.”
“Nam, brother, don't be afraid of us. I definitely won't poison you.” Another woman who looked younger than me handed over water with a smile.
“Thank you.” I took the water bottle and drank it thirstily. Before sitting in the hallway with his knees bent, his head bent down and crying like a bipolar person. Many feelings As it gathered in the center of my chest until it was hot. My lonely and aimless journey, how lonely, sad and disappointed? It was so sad that the tears wouldn't stop flowing.
“It's okay, child.” The grandmother gently rubbed my head to comfort me.
“This fucked up system. It's a good thing he's still not cruel about food.” The chubby man began to complain.
“Uncle, take it easy. This older sister is in a panic,” the woman who handed me the water scolded the man.
"I'm sorry, Mom. No need to cry. As soon as we reach our destination, we'll leave," the chubby man said to me before returning to his seat.
“Let's sit here. It's next to the window so you can look outside." Grandma took my hand and led me to sit on the seat next to the window. Another woman came to help me put away my bags before they sat together in the back seat next to me.
“Thank you.” I turned around and raised my hands in greeting through tears. Grandma smiled and waved her hand as if saying it was no small matter.
I sat and adjusted my mood while looking out the window. I was still sobbing a little, probably from the sudden shock. It felt like I was being pushed to the emergency seat. I thought through the sequence of events. With the question in your head: If I resisted the urge to sit there, it wouldn't be a waste of effort. I was so sad that I had to sit in an emergency seat like this.
“Don't be sad. A seat that he was not willing to sit in like that.” A tall, slender young man walked up to me. He sat on the armrest of the seat next to my seat and looked at everyone in the booth before turning to look at me. I fell silent with tears flowing because I had no words to answer.
“Don't be afraid, you don't have to feel bad,” I looked up as he reassured me. He spoke like he knew what I was going through and how terrible I was feeling.
“If you don't mind. Before reaching the destination, I would like to sit next to you. It's your friend.” He gave me a smile unlike any I'd ever received. It was the most sincere smile I had ever seen.
“Oh, I am a passenger too. Are you hungry? How about I go find some snacks to fill your stomach first?” I smiled slightly before shaking my head because right now I really couldn't eat anything. I really want to lie down and rest. His body was completely torn.
“I'm not hungry. I'd rather sleep.”
“Just a moment.” He quickly stood up before disappearing behind me. Amidst the darkness that is about to obscure the sight Everyone in the closet started lighting the lanterns that were attached to the windows. When it was light the man returned with a small pillow and a cloth cover.
“I use mine to sleep with. As for the blanket, use it to cover it first.”
“So what are you going to use?”
“Oh, it's okay. I'm not sleepy yet. You're both physically and mentally tired. I know that. Go to sleep." He wrapped the blanket around me. before letting me fall into a deep sleep of exhaustion
Four days had passed since I had been on this strange train. But the feeling I had was very different from when I was on the first train. Everyone on this train is lovely, kind, and always has things to talk about. Take good care of me like a new member. Always asking and caring about my well-being until I felt like this was another place that was like home.
Everyone here met the same fate and ended up in the last car of the train. I feel like I belong with everyone. From time to time I went to talk with my grandmother. Sometimes I walk around and play with the passengers' children. Sometimes I just sit and read a book. There's always something to do, which makes my current journey less lonely than I've ever felt.
And the other person who gave me space in this train car was this guy who lent me a pillow to prop up on. He both creates laughter. and listening to the stories of everyone in this cabinet And also invites me to talk all the time.
“What are you reading? Aren't you a little dizzy?"
“No, actually, I don't even know your name. My name is Lalita.”
“You can call me Mountain.” I nodded in understanding.
“Tomorrow you can get out of this closet. Oh, are you afraid of me sending you away? In the past, if I missed anything, I apologize."
“I'm not afraid anymore. And there is nothing missing.”
I smiled, thinking of trust. Is this what is called lacking? What I received from them filled me with happiness and warmth from strangers. Even though I shouldn't have received it like when I sat in the wrong seat. The feeling that I had was only pain. It hurts like when I left my lonely home.
Even though it's an emergency train, here Emergency seat here Give me the most special thing that I couldn't find Even though it's not comfortable, I'm comfortable being here. Strangers who come together over time become family. Let's help each other like I became a new member. Plus, the man in front of me right now is a person who is ready to sit next to me throughout the journey even though he knows that
One day I'll have to get off this train.
When the week is over As soon as the train door opened, I stepped out and turned around to see them still following behind me.
"thank you"
“Yes?” He was confused because he hadn't asked me anything yet.
“Thank you for helping me. and make me stronger.”
He smiled widely and nodded. A strong hand waved goodbye to me along with many others. person in the closet I do it too. If that day I had not decided to take this train Do not force yourself to sit in a place that is not your own. I would definitely not have met them who made me happy and feel safe on this trip.
Is this a special seat that belongs to me and the person who is ready beside me? Me on the day I lost hope Is this what you rushed onto the train to find? It must have been something called a safety zone where I found myself on the last train car.