CHAPTER 4 (Nikolaus)

Their gazes got caught. He looks at her, slightly tanned skin, long brown and dense hair which falls behind her neck. She is wearing a white shirt, which gives a contrast to the brown. Their eyes meet. Eyes contact could be dangerous he know, but he cannot resist. The same eye colour he recognize, brown. But her eyes are different. They have something meaningful, expressive. There are full of live and dynamism, like nature. He couldn’t detach himself from her. Holding her in his arms, what a wonderful feeling.

He recognizes that her mouth moves, ‘Oh thanks! ‘She sat up and tardy she slips out of his arms. Slowly he notices where he was. Railway station, train, on the way home. It was like that he was bathed in another world for a short moment and now he wake up. What would he give to repeat this journey.

She is standing in front of him. Expect that he say something. But he does not know what. He looks away, searching for words, thinking about what he could say intentionally. ‘No problem, I just react’. The best reaction that he did ever before in his outstanding life. ‘You are a gentleman’ ‘Yes, I am’ he answered with a chuckle, fond of her charming art.

Fugacity what a disastrous thing. Time always behind your back making decisions, which you don’t want. The Time is ever be with you, control you’re live and confuses you. The Train leaves soon. A look behind his shoulder and she was gone in the crowd. 

He is sitting in his final train, back to his home, back to his disappointing life. As it was always be it will always remain. He looks outside, watch the crowd of people which drift away, like a river. He sees a man in front of his window, who is strolling aimlessly. Childs playing with an old can. He notices a magnificent thing on the ground. He wasn’t able to see what it is exactly, but it shines. A bird comes, pick it up and fly with it far away to an wonderful place that nobody will knows. Just the bird and the resplendent thing. 

He jumps up, rushes into the corridor, stumbling but he do not fall. He pushes the door with strength that he never fell before. He run, pushed by incredible will. He want it, like never something before. He jumps into the train; it has to be the right! He feel it, like never something before. He goes some steps. And then he saw her, sitting in a chair. He looks at her, she looks at him. The train moves slowly, people outside passed. The best decision he has done.