Terrified

Chapter 11: The Answer (Part 1 of 3)

Answers to every doubt and uncertainties can be found at the brink of end in some cases. When one is about to lose someone they love, when one has no other choice but to do so with the limited time in their hands, when one is given a limited chance seek for the right decisions, the answers naturally come along the way, the choices they should have done and taken arrive midway. They may have not realized what they've always needed and wanted as time was leisurely wasted but certainly, something and someone will push them to their limit of admitting these obvious answers they should have said if only their terrified heart wasn't on the way.

Destroyed and empty, this isn't what Yumi feels for this late morning, rather this is how her café appears as she wanders around inside it. It brings her a lot of memories stepping here and how she would love to have it restored as she cannot help but to smile weakly at every piece that comes into her mind. The area where Fatima's coffee station was placed, the place where the glass racks of her best cakes are displayed, the kitchen that's always a mess every dawn until the end of the business hours, Yumi misses every single thing about this café, both the happy and sad ones.

As she walked up to the second floor, there Yumi recalled one of the most important memories she was able to create. It's the day she first personally met Bianca and brought her up to this floor to aid her after a collision with Thayfa. The image of Bianca munching onto those cream puffs she gave, the touch of her hand she remembers being soft and delicate, her chipmunk-like smile as she's delighted as if she wasn't hurt of that scratch she got, Yumi loves every single second of it now that she's recalling.

"How long has it been since that day...?" Yumi asked herself, sitting on that chair, placing it on that same spot where she brought Bianca to rest.

The more she recalls Bianca, the more she misses her, the more her smile disappears for these good memories are rather making her feel down. She only had few memories of Bianca in this café and yet everywhere she looks, she's being reminded about her. Everything about her, she misses it and there's no day ever since she found out about the truth of her past that Bianca went out of her mind, no day that Bianca isn't making her heart ache for missing her.

"Why are you still contemplating anyway Yumi? That was her past. You've seen how much she loves you that she's scared to hurt you just because of her past. It's not like she's the same old Bianca who would cheat on you like how she did to her exes. She's the Bianca you inspired to be a better person, according to her sister though. You should go and tell her you love her and accept whatever she tells you too." Yumi said to herself, motivating her terrified self, finally standing up from her seat as she settled.

Just when Yumi stepped down of the second floor, she sighted a familiar figure standing by the café's blocked entrance, whom she soon recognized as Heart under her disguise. Similar to her, Heart's seen ogling at the café but only from the outside as if she's reminiscing memories. However, opposite to Yumi who initially smiled at these memories, Heart immediately has this frown drawn to her lips and in the midst of tears as she remains standing there on her own.

Thus, Yumi decided to approach her, startling a bit for she suddenly talk and opened the door, "Why don't you come in?"

"Oh, I didn't know you're inside. Sorry." Heart said so down that Yumi barely heard her talk.

"I said come in and don't just stand there in the cold." Yumi forced her and pulled her inside.

As Heart entered and freed her face from the disguise, she's immediately hit by the good old memories. That coffee station where she first filmed Fatima's skillful hands on making her orders, that corner where the table she first filmed her admiration for Fatima's coffee, and those small chitchats they shared, it instantly made her teary-eyed in her stand. With her clenched fists, Heart is trying so hard to contain her emotions, these emotions that are so rumbled she cannot put herself into one.