City life was..busy. You found yourself often overwhelmed by the noise and the amount of people. The way time seemed to fly by, yet an hour felt like a year. It was all so…blurry. The people around you, the advertisements, the noise. You were never really alone, were you? This isn’t to insinuate that you didn’t love the city, you were raised around hustle and bustle. If anything this should be..normal? Regardless, everyday seemed emptier, your work, your studies, things you used to enjoy became tasks that you would rather ignore; things you resented. The people you hung out with seemed so far ahead…like they knew what they wanted and exactly where they stood. Never had you felt so..out of place. So behind. You hated it. Every single moment. The noise, the sound, the bright lights and everything that came with it.

6 . 3 3 A . M . It was hard getting out of your bed this morning. Gone was the optimistic and productive person you once were, what was the use anyways? After a half-assed morning routine and a quick coffee, you made a run to the station. After taking a standing spot next to the window, you leaned against it, watching the city scape go by, immersed in your music, barely noticing the people pile in.

A sudden bump caused you to jump, both physically and mentally. You had dropped your phone on the ground in response to the initial shock, as you bent to pick it, your eyes met brown, intelligent eyes framed by glasses. He smiled and picked up your phone, handing it to you, “Well, Good morning.”