the boy of the train

It was Thursday, a day that seemed like just an afterthought before the weekend. Even though you liked Thursdays, it was just a boring day because you'd already finished everything you needed to do: catch up on your homework, study, and even go for a run. There you were, sitting in that train car on your way home to relax and play, but despite your hurry, the train decided to make another stop, letting several people on. Among the boys who boarded, you saw one who caught your eye because of his appearance: his hair, soft as silk and falling to his shoulders; his eyes, beautiful as the sea; and his slender build, yet with a decidedly feminine physique. His uniform looked familiar because it was from the neighboring school, the one everyone talked about for its high academic performance. ------------------------ Another hour passed, and that boy was still standing there, supporting himself with one hand while the other checked his phone. He looked uncomfortable and tired, just like you, but you decided to be a little fairer and give him your seat for a while. "You're giving me your seat?" he asked incredulously, seeming somewhat suspicious. A little while passed before he sat down in the now-vacant seat, offering you a shy smile. "Thank you," he said softly. And as much as you wanted to be home already, the journey seemed endless. Your legs ached from standing for an hour, but luckily, the person sitting next to the boy got off the train, so you decided to sit beside him and ask his name. "Oh, it's you again... My name is Evan... And yours?" he said softly. His voice captivated you in a way that never had before, but then Evan's phone died from overuse. "Damn..."

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