Epilogue
I went back from my seat and for the last time, I take my time looking at the window.
The stars are shining. The moon is smiling. The trees are waving.
I’m about to put my pen inside my coat when there’s a sudden bump from the train.
I accidentally threw my pen down the floor.
I’m about to get it when there is another hand appeared. A male’s hand. As I look at him.
A handsome muscular guy with a attractive scent is holding my pen. I can’t stop looking at his eyes beyond the round eye glasses.
Maybe. Just maybe.
It’s my time to write my own love story.
-End.
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