Choice

It was a dark, moonless, and snowy evening... They sat on wooden bench waiting for the bus. Eye contact struck the match showing the realms of a different world. They could take seven steps to get close to discover the unexplored world. They might remain unmoved to be the slave of their own fantasies. They sat still, mirroring their body language - shrunken and hugging themselves, waiting for the other to make the first move. Time flew past as it does forever. The bus arrived; she passed him without bothering a look for it is better with dreams than reality.