This is a complete fiction. All characters are 18+.
The lights of the vehicles in road is getting dimmed, road is getting like cleaned floor with some pamphlets flying and one or two, after work, rushing to their homes to be pleased with some cuddling with their love. And, yet, I am here, in platform, like a piece of shit, not cared by anyone. Sometimes, passing of vehicles swiftly caused a gentle breeze and induced some sleep but it was in vain every time due to the thoughts of her. I don't know what to feel, whether anger and anguish or give me myself some self pity.
Like everyday, this day had started with bloody hell hangover aftermath, after falling off from bed with a freaking dreams. Like every engineering graduate, who had other thoughts of work, I wanted to be painter not a wall painter but someone like a Michael Angelo. So, the search led me down to city and ended up in this Harry Potter's room under staircase like place with all my works and paints with some stenches around always and tiny cot to make out this sleep. Since arrived to city, only thing that happened that good was her. We met at art fair and had some commons and fell directly off to love like something and it was going good, until today.
Every relationship gets cracked after heated conversations. Before today, we had lot of heated up conversations like this when it comes to work. She preferred me with job but I never felt bound to it. Like that, but today it got much worse and ended up breaking up with me. I don't know what to say. And came to this platform, watching vehicles passing just like my dreams with time.
I was immersed in thoughts of all this and at that mid time at hazy night with wind blows, I felt a hand in my shoulder and rose up.
When I got up, I am just blessed with watching some kinda girl of twenties in crop top and short skirt with some hitting makeup in her face with handbag. Then only, I came to thought and recognised it was a call girl. I have seen her few times around my block.
I asked her "What is it?"