Vivid Dream

Someone pushed her aside, while he offered a small space to rest her head.
Yet, she never truly felt like she belonged.

Halfway through the ride, something stirred her curiosity. She felt a presence nearby, as if someone’s quiet energy had slipped into her space. She opened her eyes just enough for a quick glance. Standing amidst the crowd was a man.

He was tall, towering above the other passengers. Despite the jolts of the moving bus, he stood calm and composed. Then she noticed his eyes. Deep and steady, they seemed to hold the world still for a moment. She couldn’t look for long, though; sleep still tugged at her, and she let it pull her under again.

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When she woke, there was warmth. For once, her head wasn’t pounding after an impromptu nap. Instead, she felt a strange comfort. Then it hit her—her head was resting on someone’s shoulder.

Her stomach flipped as embarrassment surged through her. She sat up quickly, heart racing and cheeks burning. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…” she blurted, her words tumbling over each other.

The man turned toward her, and there they were again—those eyes. Calm and kind, they crinkled slightly as he smiled.

“It’s alright,” he said gently, his voice matching the steadiness of his gaze.

She wanted to vanish on the spot. She muttered a quick thank-you, turning toward the window to escape his gaze. The world outside blurred as she counted down the minutes to her stop, her mind looping the scene over and over.

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The ten minutes to her stop felt endless. Finally, it arrived. Relief washed over her as she stood, mumbling a soft “excuse me” to the man with the kind eyes. He shifted aside, his smile lingering as she passed.

Stepping off the bus, she breathed deeply, trying to shake off the awkwardness. She couldn’t resist a final glance back. Through the window, he was still looking at her, his smile warm and unassuming. The bus pulled away, leaving her standing at the curb, her heart unexpectedly lighter.

She didn’t know his name and probably wouldn’t recognize his face if she saw him again. But those eyes—they were unforgettable.

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The rest of the day, her thoughts kept wandering back to the stranger. Part of her laughed at how ridiculous she felt, while another part held onto the brief, unexpected connection. Maybe it was nothing. Just one of those fleeting moments life throws your way.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was the beginning of something extraordinary.

P.S. This maybe or maybe not real story😭