Night is when the whispers of the past become the echoes of the present.

He noticed that she threw away the crumbled bus ticket on the street as soon as she got down. He picked it up and put it in his pocket along with his own a memorabilia of their first date together, just like a strand of her hair he would find later on his shirt and the broken pen cap that she would go on to search in the laboratory and so many other such small things which he would collect.

Not watching the path where his legs took him, he walked on because he knew he had to walk ahead, leaving his past behind.

Never carry the baggage of your past relationships on the honeymoon of your future relationships.

He took the last seat, as usual, a subtle reminder of what he was and what he had become.