My pen was drifting swiftly across the breadth of my notebook with my legs, crossed; the left knee lying below the right. My eyes were fixed on this page. I sat there in the bus, unable to sense any of the sounds that hovered around me. My ears were plugged, music to its loudest pitch. This had become a daily routine; I’d sit in the bus, the back seat, the one in the middle. People always stood in front of me in their numbers, sometimes they were a lot, other times they were less but this bus was always full.

I had been working on this particular novel for a year. My pen first touched down on this notebook, a year ago. I completely loved her; Alicia. She was the perfect one but she had fallen in love with the wrong man. I hated him. I had contemplated killing him so many times though I knew I couldn’t. It would only make my Alicia feel worse. I am prone to having really deep connections with my characters. Every person that I penned was a piece of my heart. I loathed some, I’m disgusted by others. I loved the rest but Alicia, she was different. She wasn’t just a character, she was real. I had designed and developed her based on a real life person. Estella. A real person that I was too chicken hearted to talk to for over a year. Estella was the 3D representation of my Alicia or maybe Alicia was Estella’s 2D model.

There was a stop. We’d reached a bus stop and the bus stopped. I picked up my gaze from my notebook, intending to spend a moment looking around and there she was. My Alicia, my Estella. She’d just crossed the street, she turned around, and her eyes met mine. She was completely oblivious of this fact. She had this very broad smile on her face as she turned towards the bus. She pointed her hands to someone, I couldn’t see this person. She then mumbled a few words, inaudible to me and then burst into laughter. She quickly held her back, it almost fell during the comedy session. She put her right palm on her stomach and then said something again as she turned to walk away. It was like watching a Chinese film without subtitles, I couldn’t hear anything she was saying but I could read the emotions in her eyes.

I caught myself smiling. If only I could be a party to this her joy. If I could be the reason behind her laughter, I’d have my heads deep into the clouds. “Maybe he doesn’t need to die,” I thought to myself. I had come to a conclusion. “It’s time,” I said aloud.

I would introduce myself into this story. I was going to take one step, two steps actually. I would introduce me into this story, these two stories. The story I had control over, the one that nodded to my beckon. I was going introduce a new man into her life. He’d try to win her over; in the book and on the grounds.

“Of course, I have to introduce myself to the novel first, maybe if my 2D representation can get her 2D version, then maybe my 3D sculpture could find a way into her heart” I thought to myself


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PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
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