C’est L’amour

A look at the clock and then towards the terminal gate, then back to the clock and so it went on for the next twenty minutes. Even after an impatient nature, he’d reached Gare Du Nord an hour before 8pm and was anxiously waiting for her. The train would depart in the next 10 minutes and stepping on this magical journey without her would be his worst nightmare come true. There would be no journey without them together.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled to the last message he’d sent her.

“We’ve been going with these plans for long, it just wouldn’t feel right to do this without you. The train departs at 8 in the night and I’m going to be there, waiting for you, whether you choose to come or not.” he’d said.

There was no reply from her and but his heart said otherwise. A part of him knew she’d be there any second because that part existed in her, and he couldn’t leave it behind.

Grasping his phone as tight as he could, he looked up, contemplating.

“Wait for me”, came a voice from the midst of the crowds.

He immediately turned in that direction. Scrutinizing his way through the unorganized arrays of humans, he spotted his favorite one. Gasping her breath and striding through the crowds, she’d managed to arrive at a fair time. The corners of his lips rose, his eyes lit up and a perfect smile could now be seen hanging on his face.