Short Fic 1D

...The Accident...

That accident

*Read this, I don't know what else to spread*

CR.SHL

…The Accident…

...an old woman holding a young man's hand as they walked across the road...

Every day, I, Harry Styles, often sit here...this bus stop, no matter what day it is, I never miss it. Whether it's a clear sky day The day the sky was overcast, the day the rain fell heavily. A day when the wind blows strong Cold days with snow falling no matter what kind of day it is.

I sit here every day to look at someone....

A small, compact male figure wearing a t-shirt. With casual pants. Returning from work at the office after a hard day's work, walking to the bus stop. In order to wait for the bus that passes by his own house, he does this regularly. Because this was his way of life, those grey-blue eyes behind the frame looked at his watch, indicating the urgency of the business he was about to undertake...

Today, he spent nearly half an hour waiting for the bus. When the bus he was waiting for came, he went straight onto the bus and took a seat, and that bus drove away.....

This is my daily life. I will be looking forward to this young man's arrival, looking forward to his daily life. Watch as he looks at the clock. Watching when he was lost in thought, watching when he lost his headphones and swayed a little to the rhythm of the song. Watching his smile, watching his every action...

...but I never went to talk to him.

...Actually, he may never even see me in person.

There is no clear reason why I have to sit and look at this person. It's just that my life seems completely blurred. Nothing is clear. Except for the person I came to look at. The only clarity in my eyes before seemed like my life would darken....but he gave me light even though he didn't do anything. Just be yourself

But that thing lifts me up like the moon at night. It just floats around, shining a soft light, doing its normal job, but that light can give light to many things in the world.

I compare him to the moon and I look at him. Watching the soft light of the moon in fascination every day. Be happy with it without the moon ever knowing....

arrived! Please come here. The person I was waiting for came to sit at this bus stop again. Today he looks sad. I saw him looking at the road with his eyes blank, wondering what he was thinking about. Or do you miss someone? Will you miss me? ?But that would be impossible because he never even looked in my direction.

It's like I don't even exist here. I feel so sad. It seems like he can influence my mood too....

That's it! Here it is... Eh! Today he looks sad again. Is something wrong with this? I really want to go help. Waiting for the bus shouldn't make you this sad looking at the road over there. What exactly was bothering him there? I want to know again and want to ask what it is. But I don't dare.

Today I'm not brave enough, I'll try it later...

Well, the time has finally come!

I don't mean that I've already talked to him. If that's the case, I'll be even more happy. But this time I wasn't happy because today I saw his smile instead of normally seeing him with a neutral face or a blank expression on the road. But today I'm smiling all the time. lollipop smile

It seemed like he was very happy. I think if he wasn't in public he would have shouted... I want to be the person who makes him happy. I feel sad thinking about it.... He looked excited. A little bit too. He looked at the clock almost every minute, sat with his knees together and his hands together and smiled excitedly. So cute...this guy is so charming it almost made me melt right there.

But even if I melt on the floor, I probably won't notice, or will I? ...How could waiting for the bus make him so excited? Maybe there's something going on at home on his birthday? Or a party? Or going back to meet your boyfriend.... back to gray mode again...

2 days...

1 week...

3 months...

1 year...

2 years...

6 years...

10 years...

25 years...

Why am I never bored? Watch him every day I've seen almost every type of happiness, sadness, sadness, absent-mindedness. I see him smile and I smile with him. When I see him sad, I feel sad too. I saw him absent-minded. I was also worried about him. It's called being distant and worried.

But he never knew me at all. He and I could be considered strangers to each other. We have never talked or even made eye contact. But it wouldn't be accurate to call it that. Because for me, I feel like I'm in love with him.

What about being impressed by someone and then sitting and looking at him every day, never making eye contact, never speaking to each other, or even never knowing each other, and then looking and observing his actions? Every expression on his face shows how he feels. Come sit and watch for many, many years. It made the impression gradually expand into liking. And the way he influences our feelings, we worry about his feelings.

It helps develop from liking to love.

I think it's love...because look, I've been looking at him with concern for many years now. But I still do the same thing. Look at his body right now, time can change many things. He was now very old and his once firm skin was wrinkled. His once erect back arched downwards, the hair on his head had turned white and had not been dyed, the deep lines on his body and the surface of his face had increased, the crow's feet on his face had increased more than before.

My once strong health began to deteriorate. My lover now used a cane. But to me he is still the same. Still the same person that I look up to every day that I feel like, probably because I see it every day and have seen it until I'm used to it and can feel the slightest change. No different from me now, I'm still the same person I've always been.

Not only the feeling remains the same. But my physical appearance was still the same as the first day I sat and looked at him. I didn't see this difference as a problem at all. I overlooked it. Pay attention to your feelings more than the past several years. It made me decide that I should start a conversation with him. I didn't dare come on too much....

So excited

Will he talk to me?

Gathering all the courage I had built up over the years, I stood up and walked towards him. My thoughts were overwhelming. The voices in my head were both worried and encouraging. I walked slowly. Over the years, my body has not deteriorated, but now I walk like an old man, walking with many emotions, including love, excitement, nervousness, fear, and missing.

Worried, this feeling had surfaced much before now... I walked closer to him and was about to say hello when he raised his head towards me. Those blue-gray eyes seemed to stare at me, but they were blank. I looked into them. And I know everything that happened in the past...

Many years ago I drove past this bus stop on my motorcycle and came to sit when I calmed down from the misfortune I was going through. At that time I was very discouraged and hopeless about life. I decided to walk down the road so absent-mindedly, so despondent about this life that I didn't pay attention to a car driving at high speed and crashed into me...

I fell and hit the ground hard. My life was about to turn dark. But he was the one who came to help me and be a light to me when my life was about to get dark. His face was imprinted in my heart from the first time...but he couldn't save me...

I now know why he never noticed me, why he acted as if I didn't exist because all this time I didn't exist. It hurts, I just found out when I finally mustered up the courage to talk. I don't blame anyone, I'm the one who was stupid. I was the one who was so impressed by the enchanting moonlight that it turned into love. I tried to approach it but couldn't.

Because there's no way it's possible. And the moon never knew that it was my fault that I was the one who started the impossible from an event...

...that accident

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Short Special part....

After an incident where an absent-minded man got hit by a car and I tried to help but couldn't, that time a feeling of guilt came over me so hard that I felt guilty for the rest of my life for not being able to save that person. Every day I come to this bus stop to remember the man with the green eyes and wavy, curly hair.

There are faint dimples on my cheeks. I often look at the road there. Think of an event that feels wrong. My life is full of joy and sorrow. Keep passing by But until then, the guilt from that accident still haunted me. Until I couldn't open my heart and welcome anyone into my life, so I just worked to save money and didn't care about any women.

Because in my heart there is only guilt towards that man, until I get older I still think about it and want to tell that man.....

...excuse me

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Writer Talk

The talk is very long.

Oh yeah! In the end, Wright finished his wedding and got settled. This story is a short fiction. The gloomy mood (or not, I'm not sure, haha) is that I got the idea from Thai language homework. The teacher asked him to write a short story of no more than 10 lines. It turned out that Wright wrote it and gave it to his friends to read. No one understood from the beginning haha. So Wright took it and expanded it and turned it into a short fic. It's a good day. Haha. Everyone may be confused about this matter, I apologize.

Let's just say that Wright understands only one person. Haha. In the story, there is one person who is Harry. As for who the other person is, you can guess and probably already know. Just the word crow's feet says it all, haha. In the story, there's no need to feel guilty, but people are very good. So I feel guilty for the rest of my life haha. As I said, I'm still not good at dressing.

Wright is the kind of person who has a plot in his head but can't express it properly. Haha. The story may be confusing. The ending is confusing. Haha. Comment to express your feelings. If you find any mistakes, I apologize and you can tell me. You can give suggestions and give feedback. And thank you very much to everyone who came to read. At first I thought there would be fewer people reading this, so thank you very much for reading.

Exchange our hearts

I'm too lazy to decorate, so I'll close it. (got slapped and gangbanged) Just kidding, haha. That is, Wright will try to compose it as quickly as possible. Harry is whatever it is, you don't have to be too excited. The way I wrote it seemed so exciting (hahahaha). I'll go. It's very lively today, so I stayed up late, haha.

All the love… :) x

02/07/15 2.43 AM (

Late than the first story haha)