White
White
White was the colour of her dress. She was standing by ticket barriers, talking on the phone animatedly. I noticed her perhaps because of her dress’ color. Or perhaps it was her boots that too, were white. I looked at her more closely as I walked by. She was perhaps just passed her teen and perhaps of Oriental origin but she sure was beautiful. I walked slowly toward the barrier, fed the ticket through and headed toward the elevator.
The elevator slowly took me upward, I turned around and looked at her over my shoulder one last time. She was still on the phone and perhaps never had noticed me. I turned around, let the elevator slowly took me away. I arrived at the ground level where the bus terminal was. A handful of people were there, sitting, standing, waiting for their buses. I normally arrived at the terminal much earlier. A visit to a bar after work today delayed the trip home. I walked toward my bus stop, looked at the schedule: the last bus had just left. I walked toward another bus stop at the opposite side, hoped that there would be another bus that could take me home. I could have walk but decided against it. It was a cold night. The first winter wind finally arrived and I was tired; a few late nights consecutively had taken their tolls.
She was there. The girl in white, stood by the bus stop. She turned around and smiled, at me. I felt my heart skipped a beat but kept my cool. I managed to force out a thin pretentious smile back at her. I walked closer and looked at the schedule. There were a few buses from that stop that I could reach home with.
I couldn’t remember how but we started a small talk. It began with something about the bus schedule or something else stupid but it doesn’t matter. I was quite nervous talking to her. So nervous that thinking back about her now, I couldn’t even remember her face. I know for certain though that she was a stunner. Long haired, oval face, thin lips. I guessed to myself that she must come from a county neighbor to mine but I didn’t ask. A bus passed by, then another both weren’t the ones I waiting for. She pointed at them and said I could catch those buses if I wanted to, it would take me home as well. And for some reasons (everything must have a reason, surely) I said goodbye and ran after those buses. I still remember her puzzled eyes, the confused nod she gave before I ran off.
I stepped into the bus and instantaneously I realized it was the wrong decision. It was also, too late. The doors were closed and the bus began to move away from the terminal.
The bus slowly came to a halt. I stepped off the bus. Instead of walking the rest of the way home I sat down at the stop and began to wait. Not sure what I for, perhaps a chance to mend the chance I missed but it was something that I wanted to do. A few bus passed by whizzing away through the cold winter air. I tugged myself tightly into my coat. Stupid. I knew damn well but still I wanted to do this.
Another long moment passed by and so a few more buses. Not a sight of her. Sigh. I looked at a bus schedule at the stop, it was close to the time that the very last buses for that stop. I could have waited more but stupidity has its own limited. I stood up and started walking. I was satisfied but far from contended.
I turned around once more to look at another bus passed by but continued walking. I felt the cold wind brushing against my cheeks. I looked up and the first snow of that winter was falling slowly from the sky. I stood by and looked. Its color too, was white.
