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Missed the Bus

Perhaps it was been a bad sign for Josh that his boss had recommended that he took time off. He hadn’t had a good month, stressed about still living with his family and being inundated with work. “Just take a week, go on holiday, try to relax”, he had said. Josh had never been the impulsive type, but decided to try something new. He booked a flight immediately to visit the Big Apple - the City of Dreams - New York. He would be in the city itself for 5 days, before taking a long train up to Niagra falls and flying out of Buffalo. The city was stunning, like nowhere he’d ever been. It had a constant buzz that made everyone, Josh included, feel energetic. It changed together and breathed together, and everyone seemed to be on the same rhythm, moving to the same beat. It made Josh feel free, and certainly at peace with his emotions. The stress had also been brought on by one thing - he was still single. 21 years and he hadn’t found anyone yet, let alone “the one”. All his friends were paired up by now, and it was bringing him down. To make matters worse, the matter of his shifting sexuality was frequently on his mind and making him tired. “Bisexual Josh” was a term that he had accepted, but wasn’t firm with yet. It was getting towards the end of his American excursion, time for him to visit those famous falls. He had booked a train from Grand Central, and got on it with little fuss. Josh put his headphones in, leaned his head back and fell slowly to sleep, lulled by the rhythm ...

... of the train. He woke up 5 hours later with a start. The train had stopped, but they weren’t at a station. The other passengers were walking around, muttering and confused. A voice came over the intercom: “We do apologise ladies and gentlemen, the train has broken down. We’re looking to get mechanics in and fixing it as soon as possible, but it is only a 5 minute walk to the nearest station: Rochester. The Niagra coach service will let you on if you show them your ticket. Thank you for your cooperation”. “Great.” Josh thought. He got up, taking his bags with him, and left the train. A quick search on his iPhone told him that the buses came every hour and the next one was in… 7 minutes. Shit. The stop didn’t look too far away, but he’d have to run if he was going to make it. Josh sprinted along the wide Rochester streets, unable to take in the city and only focussed on getting there. He was barely looking ahead of him, his eyes fixed on either the street signs or the map on his phone. He moved faster, it wasn’t far now. He suddenly heard a small “excuse me…” but it was too late. CRASH!! Josh flew to the ground, having collided with a member of the public. There was a sharp pain in his leg, and he knew that he’d be unable to make that bus now. He stopped for a second to examine the boy he’d just run into. He was a small boy, but who looked older than his height suggested. He had slick black hair, dark eyes and skin that reminded him of a light milk chocolate. He looked slightly ...