Chance
This winter (Sequel to Painful love)
Tokyo, Japan. An August's rainy day.
[DongWoo's POV]
I hold my purple umbrella tightly, slowly walk to the vending machine to buy some coffee. Suddenly, I see a familiar externality. I mean an absolutely familiar externality. That person is as tall as him, he has a mint green umbrella, exact same to the one I gave him some years ago. My heart skips a beat. I'm totally shocked.
He's here? Naaaaaaaah~ Maybe it's just my imagination. It's just coincidence. He can't be here. He's properly in Korea, having fun with his new youthful love right now. But I'm still curious. I want see who that guy is. I'm pretty sure that it's not him. But still I'm curious about his appearance. How do two different people can be that same?
I slightly touch the guy's shoulder. He doesn't react. Another touch, still he doesn't react. Aish you babo, turn around once for me! I decide to repeat my action one last time, this time I pat on his shoulder. He finally turns around. Seeing his face makes my heart stop. It has become dead. Yesssssss it's dead for sure. Because, that's him!
He blankly stares at me. He rolls his eyes, opens up his mouth widely in shock. He even drops his coffee cup. He is about to say something. I drop my umbrealla and immediately run away from him. I'm so panick! Why this would happen! How could he can be here! How could it be! I've run away to a foreign country but still he can follow me? I can't believe it. I keep running and running, because I feel that there's someone following me.
I finally approach my apartment. I quickly open the door and then slam closing it. I don't even care if he's still out there or not. I gasp. Heol~ This situation is taking away my breath so bad. I try to control it. Taking a long breath. Ah~ Feel much better. Omo omo what has just happened? My ex suddenly appear in my life making me so panick. How could it be!
I suddenly remember today is the ChilSeok Day or as what they call it here - Tanabata Day. The day Orihime and Hikoboshi meet each other after one year waiting and crying flooding the earth. It's just some legendary stories, but since the moment my omma told me about it when I was a kid, I keep believing in it. I've been crying a lot for my love, and now on this occasion, God let me meet my love again?
[Hoya's POV]
I've had a strange feeling ever since I feel that someone touches my shoulder. But then I try to tell myself that it's just my imagination. I don't have any friends or accquaintances here. Who could touch my shoulder gently like that, anyway? I put the coin into the slot, choosing the drink I want. I feel another touch, and once again tell myself that it's just my illusion while being alone in this huge city. My coffee finally comes out. I take a sip of it. Too bitter. Finally, someone is truly patting on my shoulder. It's real, not my imagination or illusion anymore.
I turn around. My heart seems to have skipped a beat. No, must say that it has stopped beating. I drop the coffee cup holding in my right hand. OMG! That face! That blond hair! That short shape of body! That's him! I'm so shocked and happy! I finally found him! I know that I won't regret choosing going to study further more in Japan instead of applying for a famous corporation in Korea. I finally found the most precious thing in the world which I've lost nearly one year ago. OMG OMG! Happy is not enough to talk about my feeling right now! Heol~ Let's say I'm like exploded!
I wanna say something to him, but then he starts to run. And of course I chase after him. He keeps running and running like crazy. I just wanna give out a hand to hold him back. But he's too fast. Who ever imagine that such a short and slim and weak guy could be that fast? He keeps running forward and finally reach his destination. He opens the door, gets in and slams closing it. He has disappeared behind that door. I gasp. I'm exhausted. This thing is killing me. But there's one nice thing - he leads me to where he lives.
I suddenly remember that he has dropped something before running away from me. I try to remember the address and then quickly return to that street. It's still there, along with my spilled coffee cup. That object is a purple umbrella. The one I exchanged with him some years ago. He took my purple one and I took his mint green one. We exchanged our favorite umbrella with each other, just to show how much we were in love. Sounds a little bit silly, isn't it? But we still like it a lot.
Now, while running away to this foreign country, he still brings it along. What does that mean? Does anyone think that he still loves me? He said it when we broke up, right? If he has given up his love, he must have thrown everything that relates to me away. But he still keeps this umbrella and even brings it along. I smile to myself and gently caress the umbrella. The passerbys would laugh at my face - I'm walking along the street, on hand holding my green umbrella. The other one holding a dirty-because-of-dropping-onto-the-ground one. But it's alright. I don't even care.
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I think the chapter I updated yesterday was too short ọ_ọ
So I deleted it and replace it with this :)
Please leave me some comments *sheepish grin*
@dojorockergirl: Hope that you're not confused anymore :D
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