The Wait
by Rien
Standard disclaimers apply
Prologue
England, 2002
I gaze around the cafe window and admired the snow flakes that gently fell. How cold is winter especially when you are alone, how lonely. Everything is white and... everything in me is empty. A single tear slowly rolled down my cheek.
"Not again, I should never become a sensitive fool anymore..." I said while wiping the tear.
I sipped my coffee and gulped the scalding liquid to fill my numbed senses. As I felt my lips and tongue protest in drinking it again and again, I smiled as I remembered a promise I made to a man several years before he left me feeling alone once again. Alone in this pathetic world.
*flashback*
"What is that?" he asked pointing at my wrist.
"Nothing" I said hiding the wound behind my back.
"Don't tell me you did it again, what is your reason now? Do you know that self-mutilation is a psychological disorder?"
I didn't react to that, I just bowed my head sighed.
"Don't do it again" he whispered.
I nodded and he smiled for me once again.
"And stop punching walls as well..." he said as he walked away from me.
"Kitsune! Matte yo!" I screamed after him.
"Hayaku do'aho, we're going to be late for practice!"
*end of flashback*
That was when I promised to myself that I will never hurt myself anymore. Even if my depression is slowly clawing inside me, even if my feelings are going numbed with all the grief that I keep inside my heart.
I guess I still hold on to that promise. A promise that my heart and soul would keep until I die. But once in a while, I slip. Hey, I'm only human, aren't I? Why can't you leave me alone with my musings?
At least I have my own memories with you to keep me going...
by Rien
Standard disclaimers apply
Prologue
England, 2002
I gaze around the cafe window and admired the snow flakes that gently fell. How cold is winter especially when you are alone, how lonely. Everything is white and... everything in me is empty. A single tear slowly rolled down my cheek.
"Not again, I should never become a sensitive fool anymore..." I said while wiping the tear.
I sipped my coffee and gulped the scalding liquid to fill my numbed senses. As I felt my lips and tongue protest in drinking it again and again, I smiled as I remembered a promise I made to a man several years before he left me feeling alone once again. Alone in this pathetic world.
*flashback*
"What is that?" he asked pointing at my wrist.
"Nothing" I said hiding the wound behind my back.
"Don't tell me you did it again, what is your reason now? Do you know that self-mutilation is a psychological disorder?"
I didn't react to that, I just bowed my head sighed.
"Don't do it again" he whispered.
I nodded and he smiled for me once again.
"And stop punching walls as well..." he said as he walked away from me.
"Kitsune! Matte yo!" I screamed after him.
"Hayaku do'aho, we're going to be late for practice!"
*end of flashback*
That was when I promised to myself that I will never hurt myself anymore. Even if my depression is slowly clawing inside me, even if my feelings are going numbed with all the grief that I keep inside my heart.
I guess I still hold on to that promise. A promise that my heart and soul would keep until I die. But once in a while, I slip. Hey, I'm only human, aren't I? Why can't you leave me alone with my musings?
At least I have my own memories with you to keep me going...