September, Friday:

From where I sat, the world outside looked slow and far off, the kind of life that didn’t feel much like my own even though I was living right here in the middle of it all. The buildings of our town always reflected a dull wash of daylight this time of the year. Waiting sure was almost always the worst part. Waiting for Spring of course, is what I meant.

It occurred to me recently, these quiet morning bus rides was what gave me time to reflect these kinds of things. And I sure am grateful for that at the least. The bus sinks a back wheel in a pothole, jostling the kids in the back rows. My head turns slowly where my attention had been at the window, your head lilts against my shoulder. A silent fond grin graced my lips.

I never thought once how at peace you seemed… with that soft expression on your face, entirely devoted to getting some sleep in before drop-off. So in this moment I felt the steady thrum of my heart beneath your warm cheek, this was the rhythm I wanted to live by when I thought of you. Silly as it sounds, I know. It’s just that it’s what I associate you with, associate us… with, the ripple only you make in my heart. The small things that made me appreciate you the most more than anyone.

(The intro is open for interpretation, the character is no set gender, this is why I used first person to make it feel a bit more personal)

Bus Ride playlist (I complied this after I wrote this introduction story if you would like something to listen to whilst you role-play <3 you’re welcome twin)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1gzqFmI3c6tJeQ70XTqSBO