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Stitch!. Loop!. Stitch!. Loop!. Stitch!.
I drop the ball of yarn!.
It rolls a foot away!.
I reach over and pick it up!.
Loop!. Stitch!. Loop!. Stitch!. Loop!.
I exhale!.
I was never any good at it anyways, I think to myself!.
As I wrap up my yarn and needles, I take a look around!. There are a few people on the bus, but other than them – and me – the bus is rather empty!. A few people are reading; an old man snores away on the other end of the bus, probably missing his stop!. A business woman is typing on her laptop, a focusing expression upon her face!.
On the seat across from me is a newspaper!. Under the seat beside it, are two rattling pop cans!. They roll down the aisle as the bus comes to a stop!.
I could pick up that newspaper, or neaten up my balls of yarn, but instead I decided to watch that people come and go!.
The bus slows to yet another stop, and makes a loud beeping noise as the bus driver lowers the step!. A short woman with dark brown hair and a sleepy baby in a stroller gets on!. She looks to be in her mid-twenties, but her eyes are so clear and lively, she might look younger then she is!.
She takes a seat near the front of the bus, pulls the stroller in front of her, and kicks the breaks with her heel!. The woman opens her purse, takes out a cell phone and after a moment, she is murmuring away to someone on the other line, smiling and blushing!.
I bet she is talking to her husband!. I bet they’re happily married and this is their first child!. I bet he owns a store and she holds the house!. I bet they love each other and the sky is always blue were they go!. I bet they never see an ounce of pain, sorrow or loneliness!.
Because they aren’t me!.
I let out a deep sigh!.
The bus stops again and two teenagers get on, the girl playing with her platinum blonde hair, while the boy with her – clearly her boyfriend – pays their fares!. He shows her to a seat, which she plops down onto with delight!. He sits down beside her, his arm around her shoulders, her head leaned on his, and they seem so perfect together!.
I have to look away!. It isn’t fair for me to have to watch the world be so utterly blissful, while I am stuck here, in this dark abyss of misery, with no reason to live anymore!.
Sad, I mutter under my breath!. I am truly pathetic!.
My life wasn’t always like this!. I used to have things!. Money!. A family!. Friends!. A nice house with a loving husband and a great little kid!. My life was so near perfect!.
Or so it seemed, from the outside!.
I wanted so much, so badly I was convinced I needed it!.
But then I lost it all!.
I look back at the young couple!. They are discussing travel routes!. Her voice is high and cheery, his low but still pleasant!. After a few moments, the bus slows and he helps her up from her seat!. His arm around her waist, they get off at the next stop!.
Everyone leaves at some point, I think to myself!. They can’t stay forever!.
The bus lowers again, that same loud beeping noise, and an old woman gets on, smiling!. She sits down two seats beside me, and I can hear her humming softly to herself!. The snoring man has stopped snoring, and he looks up!. They exchange a smile, and I expect the whole bus to suddenly break into song!.
I yearn for that!. I yearn for something sporadic to happen, to wake me up out of this empty hole of nothing!. I am ravenous for something!. I have always longed for something!. But the something I for before seems like air now!. I longed for nothing!. So what do I want now!? I think to myself!.
"You on 'till the end of the line, ma'am!?’’ the bus driver calls out to me, smiling in the mirror!.
“Nope,” I smile back at him!. “This is my stop!.”
I get off the bus, and step out into the mid-day sun!.
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