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The story follows first-year college student, Kichi, who finds herself rapidly drowning in the girl she had come to like. And, Ray, who fell in love with Kichi at first sight.



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Copyright 2019 by Petagaye Dillion

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5. 04






“That’s three dollars and ninety-nine cents,” said the vendor.

I handed her ten dollars and collected the cupcake keychain I bought for my father.

As she handed me my change, I noticed a Daily Buzz magazine on the shelf behind her. Ray was on the cover. Maybe I didn’t get hired because my reason for being in the industry wasn’t pure. Meeting Ray again was my goal all along. Our encounter back then had been an active memory for me. The brash girl who stole my first kiss—and eventually my heart.

I thanked the saleswoman and headed to the train platform, feeling dismayed.

Even though it took over two hours by train to get to Bridgeport, and only an hour by plane, I always preferred to take the train. It was one of my favorite ways to travel. I liked the view of the changing landscapes, the soothing reverberation of the train as it whizzed through them, and I was enjoying the ride.

I realized I hadn’t called Papa yet to let him know I didn’t get the job.

I searched for my cell phone and yawned. I was up early to make it to my interview on time, and I was exhausted. I wanted to take a hot bath as soon as I got home, then fall into bed with the hope that today’s disappointment would soon become a distant memory.

It was already so late. It will be night by the time I reach Chester.

“You don’t might me sitting here, do you?”

When I looked up from my bag, I saw a woman wearing a heather grey and black Adidas cap pulled down over her face, as if she were hiding.

I narrowed my eyes at her.

“I must be more tired than I thought because you being here has to be a dream,” I said, dazed. “I must have fallen asleep.”

“Should I assume you dream about me?” Ray asked, taking a seat beside me.

If it was a dream, I could be honest. “Aye. Every night,” I said.

Ray’s smile disappeared; now a shadow fell over her face.

“Does it make you sad?” I asked. “Should I not dream about you?”

If she tells me I have no right to dream about her, I will die.

“The pain in your voice makes me sad,” she said.  “I want to occupy your thoughts all the time. I want it to mess you up so badly that you can’t focus on anything else but me.”

Ray would say that. It was a dream. Dreams came from either fear or what the heart desired. I desired to hear such words from Ray. Not the Ray who says wonderful things in my dreams, but the Ray I saw today at my interview.

I sighed in displeasure and turned my face away, watching the scenery pass through the window of the moving train.

“I am right. It’s a dream. You always say intense things in my dreams. The real you would never utter those words.”


“Your voice sounds different calling my name, more real. It’s nice.”

“That’s because you’re not—”

“I am tired.” The words left my mouth with a troubled expression.

Ray gave the top of my head a single pat before ruffling my hair. My cheeks heated as my weary eyes closed.





I rested Kichi’s head against my arm and smiled affectionately at her.

Even this tired and you have an incredible glow. Thank God I caught up with you this time.

It had been some time since I’d traveled by train. The ticket taker walked slowly through the packed train car, punching each ticket he checked. Returning my attention to the lovely one next to me, I stroked her warm cheek and watched as she shifted slightly. I leaned into her and inhaled. Just as I had thought the first time we met, Kichi smelled nice. Bewitching. Her skin. Her hair.

Just sitting next to you makes me feel closer to you.

When I lifted my gaze and looked ahead, I noticed a girl staring in my direction. A fan?

Damn! It would mean trouble if she recognized me.

Thinking quickly, I removed my vest and placed it over Kichi’s head to hide her face. I then sank lower in my seat, pulling my cap further down to obscure my own.

I felt like it was going to be along the ride to Chester.

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