Limited Hate

Chapter 9: Butterflies

One month. I can hardly believe that the thirty days of November had flown by so quickly, leaving me with my final day to do as much as I possibly can in the twenty-four hours I am provided.

Felix and I had made arrangements during the month we were together to head back to South Korea, he intends to stay with me while I settle back home.

Our flight is scheduled to take off tomorrow morning at eight A.M. at the Air Canada airport, a thirty-six-hour flight. Tonight is our final night, and I know I should make the most of it.

"Wow," I say, staring at the water shooting hundreds of feet into the air, syncing to the beat of the music playing in the background. Felix stands beside me, also enjoying the Bellagio Fountain Show. "It really is beautiful."

On our final day, we awoke at around ten A.M and spent hours at Adventure dome, then headed to Circus Circus at around 3 P.M. I had no other plans since we had visited everywhere we wanted to, but Felix suggested that we watch the fountain show as it was, in his words, "enchanting," and "breathtaking".

I spent about an hour stuffing my items back into my suitcases, which seemed to have shrunk three sizes as Felix watched me, laughing at every one of my attempts to close the luggages. I left out a pair of pajamas and placed it onto my bed for my final night.

Then, we headed to a cafe and enjoyed our meal while recapping the fun we had together in Vegas. Finally, at around seven thirty, we came here to watch the water show.

"I'm glad you like it," Felix says as the water falls back into the body of water beneath it, signaling the end of the show. I turn to him, smiling.

"Hey. . . " I begin awkwardly, trying to free the tension in my throat preventing me from speaking properly. "I want to. . . thank you tonight, for suggesting we come here. This whole trip, actually. It's been really fun hanging out with you and I never thought that this would ever happen in my entire life. The places we went were so enjoyable, I'd want to come here every night. It's much more fun hanging out with you than I thought. I'm honestly really glad I got this break. So. . . thank you."

He stares at me for a second, processing my whole speech, I assume.

"You don't have to thank me," he finally says, smiling. "I really enjoyed hanging out with you as well, and I'm glad we came here tonight." I feel warmth rush into my cheeks, acting as a barrier against the freezing cold.

For a short moment, we stand there, gazing at each other as the music in the background continues to play. Then I look away, my heart practically fluttering.

"Let's go," I mumble, staring at the ground as I tug on his coat sleeve.

"Wait," Felix says suddenly, and I turn around again, still determined to look at anything but him. "Well. . . I reserved a space for us at Spago and well. . . it's only eight P.M. so. . . would you want to go have dinner with me?"

I finally look at him. He bites his lower lip nervously, anxiously waiting for my response.

"That sounds nice," I say, my heart going from rapid to a concerning speed. "I've always wanted to eat at Spago, it's really nice there."

His eyebrows un-furrow and he smiles in relief. I release his sleeve and allow him to guide me to the restaurant.

The casino, normally loud and noisy, is drowned out by the sound of my heart trying to leap out of my chest. Felix and I walk for what feels like ages to the restaurant.

The inside, unlike the pictures, is even brighter and if possible, happier. The golden chandeliers gleam, and the lighting is practically perfect. We take a seat next to a large window replacing a wall. I peer down at the buildings below us. Outside, the colorful banners and signs shine confidently against the darkness. I look away from the view and reach for the menu lying on the white silk tablecloth. The restaurant gives off almost an elegant vibe. I glance at the people around us. They are almost as loud as the people in the casino, but instead of being rowdy, they are respectful and the loudness only comes from the number of people talking. The waiters and waitresses wear black suits like Felix, only his appears fancier.