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It's quite a while since I last saw her, back during the last day of fall. She was sitting on one of the stone benches in the park with headphones plugged in her ears and sketching daintily on her sketchpad. I can still remember her face, the way she smiles at nothing but a mere thought, gazing dreamily afar. That day, I was enthralled by that expression. For me, she was like an angel that graced the earth.
I went back to park the next day. It was the first day of winter season and the chill was starting to get in. But I didn't mind the cold, just to get a glimpse of her. But she didn't showed up.
By spring time, I was already obsessed by her. And so here I am, seating on the bench she sat on last autumn, wishing that there would come a day that the space beside me will be occupied by her. Staring on the clouds grazing the blue skies, I was trapped on a daydream of her. Imagining myself burying my face on the softness of her hair; wondering how it feels to kiss her sweet, taunting lips and hearing her say those three magical words.
My head still in the clouds, I felt someone tapped my shoulder. Annoyed as hell, I turned and was put back on heaven. My angel is sitting beside me, talking to me!
"Ah mister? Are you ok?", my angel asked.
I was right. Oh her lilting voice, so heavenly, like a tinkling of a little bell. If I'm gonna die right now, I'll die a happy man.
"Yeah..", I replied dazily. "Very, very much fine now that you're here."
"Pardon me?", her brows furrowed in confusion.
"Ah. I mean, I-I'm fine, thank you."
"oh. Well... Ahm..." Her eyes were darting between my face and her sketchpad. I didn't know my angel was so shy and fidgety. Her fingers were now pointing at my face.
"Huh?"
That's when I realized I was gaping so much at her earlier, my saliva was streaming down my chin! To my humiliation, I snapped my mouth shut and quickly wiped the saliva with my shirt sleeve.
"Sorry about that..." Blood and heat rushing to my cheeks. " It's just my way of appreciating nature."
Smiling sweetly, "It's okay. As long as you'd buy me another sheet for my sketch pad. I think you've drowned my drawing."
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Tornee and I made this story way back when we were in 3rd year high school. We had a game where you connect each other's stories until you can complete one solid story. We weren't able to finish it though, sorry. I revised some parts of the story for better... ah... grammar? understanding? whatever. Hope you liked it.
- Location:beside the twitching tree
- Mood:
pensive - Music:maybe by yurumi
i love books soo much, even my bears know how to read! amazing, isn't it?
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gomen. boredom induced photos.
haym bored. what a girl got to do?
- Location:under the armoire
- Mood:
bored - Music:silence
