Theo, looking like he carries the world on his back slumped in his seat on the train, absorbed in his book while listening to music through a coal headphones. His expression is blank, his eyes moving mechanically across the pages without much evident interest.
His clothes are dark and seemingly lifeless, blending into the muted tones of the train's interior. The rhythmic clatter of the tracks and the muffled sounds from his headphones form a monotonous backdrop to his detached demeanor. He turns a page with a listless motion, his fingers moving as if by habit rather than curiosity.
The scenery outside the window goes unnoticed, yet as the train slows down, he notices once again Venice sitting across from him. Amusement played in his eyes when the female's hands shook in hasty. The side of Theo's lips rose when Venice, hurriedly went out of the train, leaving her notebook behind.
When passengers were about to sit in the spaces Venice once sat in, Theo heaved a sigh before standing up. A few passengers looked his way, his head almost grazing the ceiling. His height makes him a prominent figure among the seated and standing passengers, his presence commanding attention without effort. Clad in soft-tailored black baggy jeans, his long legs are firmly planted, looking so stable as the train sways. He grips the overhead handrail across him with ease to change place.
"Excuse me, sir, ma'am," Theo said in a deep husky voice. Each word is enunciated clearly, with a subtle, respectful cadence that conveys genuine attentiveness.
When passengers gave him a bit way, he picked up the pink notebook Venice left behind.
"I'll see you again, miss," he softly muttered with a small smirk plastered on his lips while staring at the silly notes written on the first page.
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In a Field of Dried Lavender and Rose Petals
Short Storyconversation, short story and poetry there was a girl who loved picturing out the world through her words- through poetry. and she always writes silly things in her little notebook which she always carries whenever she goes. however, on a sunny morn...
