It was in the afternoon when she saw the day felt completely unreal. She found herself sitting on his lap and his familiar face just didn’t look the same. The face she used to caress and lips she used to kiss turned into a pipe dream. And his eyes….they used to be so dark and deep now just appeared to be shallow and full of insecure reflections. In this utter confusion she looked at the clock on the bedside table.
“8:45,” she whispered.
“What?” he rubbed his eyes and checked the clock.
“I have to go,” looking around the room she realized she was late.
In a second she grabbed her things and called a taxi to bring her to the bus stop. She never looked back, nor said goodbye. He disappeared as fast as he reappeared. When the taxi arrived she was barely hoping she would make it on time. The bus stop was so far from reach. The cars were hawking in the traffic jam as the car was slowly passing downhill the familiar ruin of the castle. She knew the castle but she didn’t remember the street. She didn’t even remember in which country she was in, although she firmly remembered the castle. Then she saw it….the bus stop!
“This is it!” she announced loudly to the taxi driver.
As she got out from the taxi, dragging her two, heavy suitcases, she realized that there was no reason to look back. The bus was there. Old, with scratched silver paint, full of people blabbering something in English.
The bus to New York.
“I don’t have the ticket. sir. How do I get the ticket?” she came towards the bus drivers’ door almost out of breath.
“Go there towards the bus stop sign, the girl will help you,” the driver yelled out, pointing the direction behind the bus.
She turned back and she saw not one, but two completely identical bus stops and two girls standing next to them. She felt the panic in her chest, fearing she would miss the bus.
“How do I get the ticket to New York, please?” rushing towards the first girl she was trying to ask already from the distance.
“No worries, I will help you,” the girl smiled and gave her the ticket just like that.
She questioned that moment. Everything felt so unreal, the ticket was in her hand within a second and without any payment. Looking back at the bus, she noticed, that the bus changed. The silver paining was shining in the sunlight and the destination of the bus – New York – was impatiently blinking on the digital screen on the bus.
The warmth embraced her body and she walked straight towards the bus knowing that everything that would happen next was bound to.
New York. Her destination.
A new place to see, a little more exciting, glamorous and sophisticated. The new people await her – in the city that never sleeps.
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