may we meet again, beautiful stranger ⏾⋆.˚

for: mariyka 🎞️

late afternoon, she walks into the subway station. wired earphones in, but her mind’s still louder. paying for the ticket, walking down the stairs, waiting for the train, everything as usual. 

the trail arrives and she steps in, the doors closing shut behind her. it’s not really crowded so she claims a seat closer to the edge, breathing out. it’s been a long day.

a few station pass by as she stares somewhere in front of her, and then it happens.

the doors slide open and they walk in.

suddenly, her brain goes quiet. she forgets everything except the person in front of her. they don’t even seem to notice her. they seem so in their element it almost hurts to look away.

the person sits down onto a seat across from her, their long coat following them with a flourish as they settle down their bag, fixing their hair.

she’s staring. she might not even realize she’s doing it, that’s how breathtaking they are. it’s like a magnet pulling her gaze towards them.

she unfreezes only as her phone starts vibrating in her hand, pulling her back to reality. she glances down just for a second, and when she lifts her head the next, they’re gone. she catches only a glimpse of their coat at the door.

she doesn’t even have time to think before the doors slide closed with a thud and the train moves again. having panicked, she lurches up from her seat just a moment before it’s too late to catch their face through the window glass, and then they’re gone. 

she slowly sinks back down into her seat, heart beating loud and fast in her ears. 

the train moves on. 

the life goes on.

“may we meet again, beautiful stranger. and even if we don’t,” she thinks. “it was a pleasure meeting you.”

29.08.26 🎞️