Winter was here; the wind kissed people’s cheeks and sent shivers down their back. New York always looked amazing in the wintery evenings, people never felt lonely here. As the man waited for the bus he could see the bright fairy lights hung on trees, with frozen water that looked like pretty crystals, they looked so delicate – almost as if someone touched them, they would instantly crumble into shards. Oh and the giant skyscrapers were like votive candles to the altars of business and dominance, but they were part of living the New York life.
The bus stopped and he climbed up. His smiling lips were chapped, his cheeks red from the cold, but his eyes, his twinkling greyish blue eyes, they weren’t swollen from the cold, he was crying. He didn’t seem like a man who would cry, but then again looks can be deceiving can’t they? He was wearing a striped grey and dark purple shirt with a plain dark purple tie that hung low from his neck. His blazer and formal pants were a shade of light grey with a dark blue overcoat and a branded briefcase. Everything about him gave off an important vibe, someone who is always the centre of attention, maybe a leader. All his fancy clothes and expensive accessories seemed like a representation of a big rich man, but what was a man like that doing on a bus, on public transportation?
He stood at the front of the bus looking for a seat when his eyes landed on the empty seat next to a girl and then on the girl, a pale girl wearing a black trench coat and fiery red hair that caught your attention almost immediately. The worried stare didn’t match her fierce look, but she seemed intrigued by him so she kept leering. Slowly he made his way up to the last seat, looked at her and asked “Is anyone sitting here?” She shook her head slowly. He sat down on the seat and gave her a small smile. She returned the gesture and glanced back at the streets covered with the crisp white snow.
Out of the blue she asked “I don’t usually ask strangers such personal questions, but why – why do you seem so sad?” he seemed shocked that she spoke to him, she didn’t look like a person who would like to converse “How do you know that I’m sad?” He seemed a little speechless. For some reason he saw some heads turn from the corner of his eye and look at him funnily. “Your smile, it didn’t quite reach your eyes and it looks like your eyes are swollen from crying…” She responded in a whisper. He was conflicted between trusting a stranger – letting his heart out, or keeping his mouth shut. “You can trust me you know, who am I going to tell anyway.” He nodded, “Just tell me what’s bothering you right now, maybe I could help,” she ensured him, hesitantly he decided to say what was on his mind “I want to follow my dreams and do what I love, but there are so many things stopping me. My parents, my friends, family members, it’s just so frustrating. I want to help the world become a better place, help people in need, bring a change to this world, but I don’t know how to I just….” He sighed, putting his face in his hands, the strain in his voice and his downhearted tone showed her how serious he was about this. “You can’t let this stop you, everyone has obstacles in their life, you have to overcome them and rise to the occasion. Do what you’re passionate about, no matter who is against it, this is your life and your dream. You don’t have eternity to do what you want to. I didn’t get to, but I want to make sure you do. Life is about taking the good risks, making everything worthwhile. Don’t wait for the perfect moment , make this moment perfect yourself.”
He seemed to be soaking in every word she said. “ I know we’re just strangers to each other, but you seem like a great person thank you for listening.” He said as the bus slowed down, his stop had come and it was time to say goodbye. “No, thank you for listening to me, nobody ever does.” He smiled not exactly understanding the statement, walked towards the door and got off. As he got off to meet his sister, he waved goodbye to the girl in the bus, his sister was a little confused and asked “Who are you waving goodbye to? There’s nobody there.”