The sky is bright but the light pierces right to eyes. The breeze blowing softly that dried leaves are landing straight on my hair and face. The day is so much clear that I can see the gloomy clouds over my head.
Four days have passed after the day of tragedy and he hasn't texted me ever since. The midterm weeks are coming and the swimming competition is also on the way. As well as my mood has come to the state where I'd be glad to listen to the music and watch the movie rather than communicate with humans. He left me with no further update of our relationship and my classmates boiled my blood. They were ceaselessly messing with my Chinese ability by translating every question I was asking into English and ended it with a mocking laugh followed by the hand gesture Don't mention it. I was awfully craving to let my punch out by saying, "I don't need your translation, I just need the answer!" but Silience fell into deep silence. I was always been meant to be the quietness of this chaotic world, I guess.
I sit on the bench to take a deep breath, looking at my phone, and find James's messages and missed calls, "Hello?" I call him. "Where are you?" under May's control, James promised to give me honey as fast as he could or his ears will turn ragged after hearing all May's nag. "She said she's in front of the library. I'll give her your contact number or should I give you hers? I'll send hers to you, Ok! Bye!" I hang up the call.
Considering, James's interest in Prisca, I give him a chance to look at her closer today with the honey as mediator. I've shown his photo to her before when we were in high school, and she seemed to like it. Frankly, neither of them needs my help to find their partner as their fame is higher than Eiffel Tower, without my help, Prisca the Venus will date her new man and James will find his first love, but stand in between them and know they are attracted by each other fairness, should I just stand still? So, why don't we give it a try?
"Silience?" someone calls my English name? Who is__ I find him, Billy. With this state of mind, I don't think I should communicate with him. "I'm_," I know what he is going to say, "If you wanna apologize, I'll forgive you and we're done," I wheel around to leave him but his next sentence halts me.
"You're right! That negligible mistake should be forgiven. How about yesterday?" he creaks. Thanks to the shoelaces that are firmly tied, his head is safe from my shoes. I can't seem to understand where the hell he gets the talent to give me, who never explode in front of the people, the hump. "Won't you beg me a pardon? Maybe we can be a friend," he sure has the guts to extend his line. I felt guilty last night for yelling at him and intended to express my regret, yet, he buries my decency down to the earth. Let's end it before it gets worse. I leave him.
Friday should be everyone hanker after, nevertheless, I drag my feet to the bus station in spite of getting myself ready for the competition in two weeks. I ought to quarrel with my coach over the training program than have Josh the owner's face emerges in front of me. In this kind of mood, I can't guarantee to stay silent, if he begins to make my hackles rise.
I open the cafe door, "Good evening, sir," and get into the locker room as swift as an arrow. In the room, I can't find Nick's bag. His motorcycle also doesn't park outside. "You are prettier these days," he says, as soon as I come out from the room. "Sir...I'm afraid this will be my last day working here," I don't know, where the courage comes from. The decision is made promptly after his unpleasant voice is heard and his unsightly face is revealed.
"WHY?" his eyes are opened double-bigger than usual. "Is there a problem here?" With all of my sincerity, I doubtlessly want to say, 'I'm fed up to meet and look at you' but it will not pleasant to hear, so I ended up saying, "In the future, I'll have a lot of swimming competition upon me and the special training always held every Friday, Saturday and Sunday. So, I think I have to reduce my activities in order to concentrate more in my training."
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