SOMETIMES IT TAKES the beginning of the new things for you to finally forget the old. To finally let go of the extra weight you lugged around all day before you realise that all you truly needed to do, was empty the darn purse.

These are the very thoughts I think to myself as I stare out of the window of the tube, successfully busying my eyes.

The winter months are fast approaching, and with them, they bring early sunsets that tickle the soul and warm the heart.

A.K.A, they do more than enough to help me stay distracted and significantly reduce the chances of me accidentally making eye contact with anyone.

Specifically the young man in front of me.

Two days. Two days were enough for me to be absolutely enthralled by his presence. I can sense every motion he makes, every breath he takes and every gasp of air that sweeps the cusp of his lips whenever he inhales, pauses, then exhales again.

Terrifyingly obsessive- I know, but a silent treat he deserves.

His mysterious silence is what tickles my fancy the most. Of all the places to be, of all the people to be sat facing, eyeing me up and down then right back around.

My headphones may be plugged in, but I can still see him, arms lazily outstretched and placed sluggishly on the empty seats near him. His teeth twiddle what seems to be a toothpick between themselves.

The next stop on this service is Mortim'r Central. 

Finally.

I prepare to fight my way to the exit before the doors close. My cabbie's an impatient guy.

Oh, what's this? Mystery man has picked up his leather duffle and is suddenly right behind me. This is certainly unusual.

It catches me off guard. I never get caught off guard.

He's suddenly pressed up behind me. Stealing the sneakiest of glances via the reflection in the train window, I find the glorious golden hour chose to cast itself on his face tonight.

It highlights the curvature of his broad nose as it tucks itself into my neck, running along the smooth skin. I'm frozen in position.

I try to fight it, but the harder I do, the more I desire to melt into his presence. To become one with his shadow.

As soon as his broad hands wrap around my neck, as fiercely as they should, I wake up. 

My pillow is drenched yet my heart beats quickly. 

That's not how I remember it.

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