ride [l.t]

viii. louis

it was a rainy afternoon, the day my life changed completely.

with my earphones plugged in, hearing "change of heart" by the 1975, i was about to board the old bus like every other day when a thought suddenly came to my mind.

what if i don't ride the bus?

it was unexpected, like the kind of thoughts you don't know where they come from. like my lucky stars whispering into my ear.

i stepped back, and watched the bus leave, as if i couldn't believe what i just did.

i started walking the same way the bus goes, until i saw her.

she looked up just in time as the bus passed, a confused expression immediately going through her features.

man up, louis.

"hi."