This story is a sequel to One day. And it’s a story about hope. But most of all, it’s always been a story about love.
9.51am. She was on her way, but she was restless.
Nervous. Her hands sweating, her heart pounding. She checked the time, 10.01am. Don’t worry, she said to herself, you’ll get there on time.
She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but couldn’t. She looked out of the window, but her mind was racing.
Soon, she said to herself. Soon.
She felt like it was the longest bus ride she had ever been.
The girl began to look at her phone, and stared at the background photo. Her smiling happily while resting her head on a guy’s shoulder, and the guy who is kissing her head while wrapping his right arm around her.
Soon, she mumbled. Soon.
Read more →