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Sunday, January 01, 2006
Nishino sounded flurried and I was surprised, when she called. She said she wanted to see me immediately. I wondered why, it made no sense to why she wanted to see me at such a time, but she sounded pretty down. I reminded her that it was 11 pm now, and the next day was a school day. She went silent for a while and then told me that she remembered it pretty well. Finally she told me that she was going to “café éclair” anyway and that I could choose to come or not as I pleased. Nishino was the girl; I admired the most in my life, so without thinking twice I decided to go check her. I had always admired her from afar. In truth, I worshipped her but dose not approach her. I did not think I was good enough for her. I loved her so much to even dream that she would be even a little interested in me. She deserved a better man.
I slipped on the coat on the chair, just then I noticed a nicely wrap present on my desk. Did I forget someone birthday, I thought, could that be …? Oh my god! It sure must be otherwise why she would be so mad about it. I put it in my pocket and dashed off.
She was already there when I arrived and drinking her mocha. I ordered the same and joined her at the table. She gave me a sad look then dragged her chair closer to me. I could tell that she was about to confide in me. I was nervous, I reached into my pocket, clutching on the present. “I love someone,” she whispered. I withdraw my hand, my hart sank as any hope I had sank. I looked at her with pretended concern and forced a mile. “But he doesn’t know that I existed,” she continued. I shook my head in pretended sympathy. Then she sipped her mocha slowly. To face the reality, I went into a long lecture telling her how wonderful she was and how he was probably not worthy of her love, if he did not know she existed, so on and so on. She nodded again and again but did not look up. She sat there with her head on her hands. This situation made me a little surprised, because she had always struck me as a strong person who was master of her feeling.
I was in a sorry situation and felt very stupid. The girl of my dreams was actually in front of me and confiding her heart to me. While I was actually consoling her about her inconsiderate lover! I felt the urge to stand up and just leave. If not for the fact that I wanted to known as a sore loser, I would have gone. Seeing that she was probably not listening to a single word I have said, I stopped talking. Then it went silent between us both, she was still in that same position as before, I could do not but just look at her silently. I not sure how long have it pass, then she finally looked up at me, she was tearing. She looked sad, looking her in such a sorrowful state made my heart breaks. “How do you know that he does not care for you?” I asked kindly as I could manage. She looked at me and her eyes were still watery; then she stood up suddenly. “Because, if you did care, you would not have forgotten that today is my birthday, you moron!” she shouted.
My throat went dry as what she meant hit me, I was the inconsiderate lover she was talking about all along and yet I not sense anything about it. I looked around at the dozed faces. Cups of coffee were stopped in mid sips or half rose as dozens pairs of eyes glared at us, all went silent. I looked back at nishino and saw her making for the door. I ran after her and gripped her hand. “I …do…. care,” I stammered, “I just dared not tell you.” She turned and looked at me. “When we were in school, I had no chance, you were crowded by your friends, “I pause a moment then continued my explanations, “I dared not go forth, so I decided to wait, but there’s no other chance.” “So I intended to pass it to you…,” she put her index finger on my lips and stop me. I saw slight smile appearing at the corner of her lips. “I know you would not be so heartless!” she whispered. “Happy birthday,” I whispered as I reached into my coat for the present. She accepted it and opened it. It was a strawberry necklace; I asked her if I can have the honor of helping her to wear it. She took it and passes it to me. She turns around and lifted up her hair. I took it and go over the head and then clasped it on. She turned back, “Who cares about birthdays anyway?” she whispered and lean forward. As I embraced her in my arms, the crowd cheered and clapped. How I wish the time would pause at this very second, I thought, it was the first time I ever came to such a close proximity with her and I want to precious every second of it. “Happy birthday,” I whispered again as a warm tingling sensation filled my entire being.
posted @ 8:04 AM