The train rushed forward.
Every mile was a heartbeat.
The speaker called my stop.
My mind went blank.
I couldn't think.
My phone buzzed.
A message from him:
— "I'm at the platform. Waiting for you."
My hands shook.
I typed only:
— "I'm coming."
The train stopped.
The doors opened.
And there he was.
Face to face.
A step. Then another.
And without thinking… we embraced.
Not a quick hug.
A real one.
Long. Deep.
Five whole minutes.
An eternity.
When we pulled apart, he looked straight at me.
— "You're very beautiful."
I froze.
All I could do was smile.
Then he whispered softly:
— "Come. I'll take you home."
I couldn't believe it.
The boy I thought was cold, distant…
was suddenly treating me like a princess.
He didn't seem like the same person.
With confident steps, he led me to his car.
We drove toward his house.
We didn't talk much.
Only silence—heavy, meaningful.
Then, out of nowhere, he took my hand.
— "I'll take you home. I made you breakfast."
My heart burst.
It felt like the beginning of something.
Something that would change everything.
But what was waiting for me behind his door…
was far more than I ever imagined.