[meMessage]
Hiro: can we talk? at the playground?
I'm going insane...
I haven't slept for a few days since 'that' happened. I knew Hiro will talk about that.
Why did I do that?
You ask me?
I don't know.
I DON'T KNOW!
He was too close to me, and my mind was so blank and I just did it!
I want to ignore his message but it keeps bugging me too.
Will he get mad at me?
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After a few moments I decided to go.
I texted him a while ago that I will go but it's been an hour since that text.
He's not texting me too.
I wore my coat and went outside.
"Where are you going?" my mother asked, who is gardening right now.
"I have to meet someone, it'll be just a while" I said.
"Don't sleep at someone else's house again okay?! Come back home!"
"Mom?!"
I ran off and immediately went to the playground where we first met.
It's been an hour and I expect him to no be there... But I saw him on the bench.
I stepped back.
Should I even talk to him?! But I don't know what to say!
Okay, let's pretend I did not come here—
"Yumi..."
she's calling me Yumi now?!
"Y-yeah, hello" Hello?! What the hell?!
"Do you want a drink?" he asked me smiling.
"S-sure"
We went together to the vending machine right next to the playground. He did not asked me what to get but he bought two peach teas.
"Oh— I'm sorry I did not ask what you want, do you want something else?" he's also out of it T__T
"No, it's okay" i grabbed the bottle from him.
"Thanks"
We went back to the bench. We were so quiet, I can hear myself gulping the tea.
This is so awkward!
I am so embarrassed I can't even look at him! We were fine just before that, then I had to ruin it.
"Look Hiro, I am so sorry. I did not mean to do that to you, you can ignore me all you want... You can knock me out too you know, I can endure that—"
"Why would I knock you out?" his face went from serious to scared.
"You know, I did that—" I sighed.
"Please forget that it happened" I continued.
We were silent after that. Why isn't he talking? He called me here!
"How... could I forget that" He finally spoke.
I slowly looked at him.
"That was my first"
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That Night at the Playground
RomantizmA story of two people who kept meeting each other by chance, until they both made efforts to reach each other's hearts.
