Give Me Your Heart

2: Asia

I cried.

On one of the wooden benches of Q city's community park. To think a professional like me had her heart broken mercilessly. And it's Christmas season for Pete's sake.

I hiccuped, I put my hand to cover my mouth and continue to cry silently.

I rested both my elbows in my thighs and covered my face with my cold hands. He had called me earlier and we came here, I was so excited and happy, he rarely calls me that I forgot to wear my winter gloves and mufflers and my scarf. My ears would be red by now, but I couldn't care. I was too occupied with my heart's mourning and anguish.

I was surprised, yes. But I did not feel happy nor excited. More like, frustrated and abandoned.

Flipping fudgecakes.

I continued to cry, not hearing the heavy footsteps coming towards my direction.

"Hey you,"

I stopped my sobbing session when I heard a gruff voice calling out to me.

I removed my hands that was covering my face and looked up, strands of my hair stuck to my face because of my tears. Wow, it seems that I cried a lot. I must be looking hideous now.

"Y-yeah?" I stuttered.

In front of me was a tall silhouette of a man in a suit. He was handing me a tissue.

"Take it." He spoke with his low voice.

I do not know this man but I was certainly moved by his kindness. Shaking, I accepted his offer and thanked him.

"T-thank you, sir."

I accepted the tissue he handed and wiped my tears with it. I couldn't stop my crying though.

Had he witnessed what happened to me and pitied me? I would've felt insulted by his pity, since I'm tired of people pitying me but I also pity myself right now so that's alright.

Shit always happens to me.

Surprising me, he sat next to me. No too close, though. Just a decent distance. Did he originally want to sit here but seeing a crying lady beside him would be like it was him who made me cry so he handed me a tissue to stop me from crying anymore?

Realizing this, I stood up. "I-I'll take m-my leave then."

I was about to leave when he stopped me, his hand holding mine. He tapped the place where I had seated previously and pasted a small smile.

"Don't, just cry."

"N-no, I'm fine, sir."

He squeezed my hand and said, "Please."

I reluctantly went back to my seat but he was still holding my hand.

"Um..."

I didn't know how to say it!

He seem to realize it because he lets go of my hand. I smiled at him. He seems to want to comfort me but doesn't know how to. That's so kind of him to comfort a stranger like me.

A comfortable silence clothed us. Before long, he blurted out suddenly, "250."

I whipped my head towards his direction, "W-what?"

He was also looking at me, though I can't really see clearly because the huge tree behind us had casted a shadow over him.

"250, my room number."

I still couldn't get what he is saying. My thoughts maybe showed on my face because he explained further.

"I'm your next door neighbor. You live in 251, yes?"

"O-oh," so he turned out to be my neighbor. "I'm so sorry! I...I didn't, didn't realize!"

The man smiled, "That's fine, you rarely go out and always hole up in your apartment."

I don't know why but something in his voice tells me that I should introduce myself. Its not like it's my fault that I'm not friends with my neighbors, anyways, I should introduce myself.

"I'm Asia," I said and smiled.

He smiled too and stated his name, "Call me Viktor."