I sometimes wonder why my fate ended up like this. It was as though God has plotted something to go against my plan. I always wonder what kind of ending awaits me after going through all these obstacles?

It was with a heavy heart that I finally sold the tickets to James that evening itself and booked a train ticket to London Euston for next day's trip. Despite the student discount, the price of the ticket was still exorbitant, almost the price of both tickets I paid because it was a last minute purchase.

The next day, I arrived at Manchester Piccadilly train station half an hour earlier to obtain my physical tickets from the machine. Looking at my wrist watch, it was half past seven. The kick off would start in another 15 minutes, I hope Sid and James are having a good time together. They were like an inseparable couple, always seen together and I felt that Abs and I are just like them.

I shrugged off my Osprey backpack to the floor, sat by the waiting area nearby the information panel and texted Abs, informing him of my current whereabouts. He replied to my text asking me to be safe and to text him back when I arrived in London Euston. I looked up towards the information board displaying statuses of the incoming and outgoing journeys. I spun around the station. It was still busy even during the evening, transporting workers who reside in the outskirts of Greater Manchester and intercity travelers like me. Nevertheless, nothing can compare to the crazy traffic of London Euston which I was about to face later on. I always hated traveling to London, regardless what means of transportation I used. London to me is an overcrowding, hectic city I despise the most. It was as though I walked into a fast forwarded biosphere where I couldn't grasp any of its beauty for me to cherish. But this time I gave exceptions and forgo my indifference for the sake of a friend.

I got up from the waiting seat when I saw the Virgin train that was scheduled for 8.00 pm to London Euston arrived. I entered platform 6 at five minutes to 8.00 pm and the cold breeze was billowing as I tucked tightly in my brown down jacket. I showed my tickets to the rail guard standing by the platform before approaching coach C. I scanned through the aisle for my seats and placed my backpack at the upper compartment before settling myself down. The warmth inside the train slowly creeped in making me comfortable.

When the digital clock at the platform outside struck 8.00 pm, the train slowly moved outwards before adjusting itself into full speed. I tapped the screen of my phone for any texts from Abs, while a recorded announcement played through the speaker entailing this train's journey. So far it was none, then I slowly swiped the back button and tapped the Twitter app. The blue icon with white coloured silhouette of a bird in the middle popped out, displaying the feeds uploaded by my contacts from all over the world.

Posts coming from my contacts back in my hometown slowed down since their clocks were eight hours ahead of us while posts coming from my local and American friends flooded in. Some were thoughtful opinions while some were just rubbish. I laughed at how the minds of these people work when they disseminate questionable information on social media like invincible philosophers, creating further drama when they start trashing each other out.

I decided to switch to Instagram with more photos and short videos and less headache. The feed page displaying photos and pictured stories entertained the first five minutes of my journey. I tapped the top of the top of Feed with a colorful ring around it with the word Live and saw Sid's avatar appear. My heart sank, assuming they were broadcasting live feed of the match but I tapped anyway as I was curious to know what was the score. To my astonishment, it wasn't a live broadcast of the match. Both Sid and James were seen in a studio broadcasting their acoustic cover of Why Don't We's '8 Letters'. I checked to see if this was recorded in the past, turned out it was a live feed. A few heart shapes, smileys, thumbs up and LOLs emoticons flew at the side of the screen while they sang the chorus harmoniously.

I exed-out the tab and scrolled rapidly for any other new feeds but nothing significant appeared so far. Out of the blue the screen of my phone froze and the live feed page refreshed. To my shock, the first image I saw after the page refreshed was a photo of Abs cuddling with an unknown blonde girl taking a selfie overlooking the façade of Old Trafford stadium. My eyes flickered towards the upper left corner of the image, showing an avatar of the girl withan ID account of @madeuwmantee. Then I saw the caption of the image 'Tx babee #Portugal #CR7 @Ab$90'. The image was uploaded 38 minutes ago.