Loving Adam

The Final Chapter

## Around 6 years later ##

"Congratulations, Miss Hart. Your speech was such a success."

"Oh thank you," I smile at the journalist, "Thank you very much."

"May I know what inspired you to do that speech? Who is this Adam character? Is he real?"

I paused for a bit before shaking my head slowly. "He's just... someone my mind made up."

"I see..." she scribbled on her notebook. "He sounded real."

I smiled to mask my nervousness, "Maybe that's why it was a good speech."

"I see..." she scribbled down again. "So your speech talked about the importance of love, and how this Adam person taught you a lot about it." 

"It was, yes."

"Did you ever regret loving him?" she asks

"Pardon me?" 

"Did you ever regret loving this Adam?"

I pause. 

"You said in your speech that it was one of the hardest experiences you've had. Does that mean you regret it?" she asks again, her hand at the ready to write down my answer. "Did you regret loving Adam?"

I shake my head. "If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be where I am right now."

"You mean, a Harvard graduate, working for the U.N., and possibly one of the greatest speech-writer in your age range?" 

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I meant, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be this confident of myself. He made me realise that it's important to love yourself first. That your happiness does not rely on other people, it's entirely up to you." 

This time, she pauses. 

"Do you know what I mean?" I ask her

She nods, "Yes, I know what you mean." 

My phone buzzes. "I have to go now, I'm so sorry," I tell her. 

"No wait, just one more question," she says. "If you ever see him again, this Adam, what will you say to him?"

I look at her.

"Have you seen him again?" she asks again.

***

I step inside the coffee shop and smile at the barista. He immediately says, "Hi Paris. The usual?"

"Yes please, thanks Daniel."

I reach for my wallet and walk to the cashier. I grab an oatmeal cookie to go along with my coffee. 

"Here you go," he says, "It's good to see you. See you tomorrow?"

"You bet. Thanks," I grab the coffee and I notice that Daniel has written a message on my cup, right under my name: "The prettiest one in the shop today"

I can't help not to smile at him. He winks, "See you tomorrow." 

I turn around and walk toward the door. I walk toward the intersection and stand underneath the traffic light, waiting to cross the street. 

Then oddly, I feel as if someone was watching me. So I look up. 

There, on the other side of the street, I spot a face. 

That face.

Adam's face. 

The pedestrian crossing signal turns green and people are starting to cross. I am still looking at him, and I see he mouth, "Wait". 

He runs to cross the street toward me. I stand still. 

And finally, here he is, standing tall in front of me. 

"Hart," he smiles, "Oh my God, it's you." 

He looks as if he hasn't aged a day. He is still wearing jeans, sweatshirt, and a pair of Converse. He still looks as handsome as I remember. 

"I thought I was going to see you at the reunion last year, but you didn't come."

"Yes, I was out of the country for work," I say. 

"They told me you work for U.N. now. How awesome, Hart. I always knew you'd be successful. I mean, it's you..." he smiles, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to do that speech in New York. Remember that?" 

New York.

Us sitting beside each other at the plane, where he teaches me about football using sugar packs.

Us on the bed eating bacon sandwich and practicing speeches until dawn. 

New York.

That tan-skinned girl. 

Me waiting for him at the airport, when in-fact he already cancelled his flight. 

"Do you want to have coffee, Hart?" he asks, "Catch up?"

The crossing signal is beeping, time to cross is about to be over. 

I look right to his eyes.

"Come with me?" he says, giving me that sexy smile of his. 

"I'm sorry, I have to cross," I say to him and I step forward. 

He pulls my hand. 

"Hart-" he says, "Please."

"No Adam, I have to cross. I meant to cross," I smile, "Goodbye." 

I pulled my hand off his and started walking. As I swing my steps to cross the street, I find myself smiling. 

Love is easy.

# THE END #

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