Tear of Winter [complete]

PART 2

For some reason while listening to what she says, my heart felt like I heard that story before. The story of how a guardian angel turned into a death angel. Within the depths of my heart, it somehow resurfaced again. For some reason I felt a little pain in my chest, it was filled with old memories I don’t want to remember anymore. I was shock that somebody knew it aside from me.

“Where did you hear that story?” my mind was full of curiosity for I know who made that story up. She giggled a bit and looked at a far; “It was passed down from my family lines generation to generation...” I don’t know if she’s making fun of me or is she treating me like a child, but one thing is for sure, she never looked at me with equal terms as she is. I’m a successful business man and I have talked to different types of people, for that I knew who is telling a lie, making excuses, too obnoxious, a nerd or a good-for-nothing person. Of course I know this is not a business type conversation but still I’m bothered about it. Why she keeps looking at me like I was nothing? I knew to myself I have good looks, lots of girls keeps calling me for dates. I also have lots of money, making them feel like a princess once been treated in an expensive restaurant. Well, like I said this is not a scouting type for girl hunt but still I’m really bothered by it.

“I knew that story…” I said it confidently thinking it might work to take me seriously; “When I was a child someone told me about it…” I saw her shock reaction and I knew that she never expected it to come out from my mouth, for that I continued talking to her; “Whenever it’s time for someone to die, expect to it that the last image you’ll see is the person you love to see the most. It’s because the death angel tries it’s best to have a farewell gift before you leave earth… The death angel knew how sad it is to lose a person you loved most, for that she keeps changing forms to make it convenient towards the person dying… ” before I knew it, I became a bit angry about the story. I don’t really like it since childhood because firstly, I don’t believe in such fiction and second I don’t care. But I was surprise to see she noticed it, how I hate that story that keeps recalling bad memories. She suddenly out of blue reach her hand towards my head and pats it.

“Are you okay?” she keeps asking me such a question that I’m not expecting; “It seems that you don’t like that story at all…”

I rubbed her hands away, “Well, it somewhat brings bad memories…” I explained it in a simple way; I don’t want to tell my life story because of some reminiscing feeling. It’s not even a good time to say problems when it’s snowing and talking to a stranger. She suddenly pats my head again like I was a child; “Oh, I’m sorry… It must have hurt you hearing it again…” As she keeps patting my head, I got agitated that I stood-up and looked at her straight from the face. “I said don’t do that!” I yelled at her for the 1st time. She is a stranger, this is a weird place and this is not related to work but I still yelled at her. I got angry that my options of cooling down disappeared before me, I don’t like this kind of feeling, treating me like a child, like I didn’t grow up at all.

Instead of being angry, she looked back at me. For the 1st time I felt a little guilt, I’m expecting that she will yell back at me but instead, her tears starts rolling down form her cheeks. In an instant, she hugged me tightly like a rabbit jumping towards an owner, I was so surprise that I didn’t move at all, I have experienced women that are aggressive but this is different. I couldn’t compare her to any women I have dealt with; I couldn’t read her thought nor see her intentions. It’s like she just done it by impulse.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” she keeps repeating the words over and over, I couldn’t care less if she did something wrong. But I don’t remember seeing her at all, this is the 1st time I met her yet she is expressing herself like we have known each other for a long time. For that reason my feelings became confused, for that reason I push her away, for that reason my heart won’t stop beating fast. It made my heart a bit jumpy even though there is nothing to be excited about.

“I’m sorry…” she still repeats the words even though I pushed her away, as I was about to ask her why she keeps saying that, her stomach suddenly groans. I made a face palm expression when I heard it, but not because I was turned off by it. It’s because I want to cover my mouth as I was about to laugh. She keeps looking at me and didn’t move her eyes off at me, I got embarrass that I keep pulling myself together not to laugh. But due to her persistence I suddenly burst to laughter, making her face looks reddish for embarrassment, she then covered her face.

This is the 1st time that I laughed hard, it’s like there’s no tomorrow as I keep laughing at her. She tried to peek within her hands and saw my reaction. Because of it, she then gives me a smile.

“I’ll show you something great…” she said it with confidence on her face. I couldn’t care more as I was contented to where I am right now, it’s seems odd though, earlier before I couldn’t stand this cold weather and I wanted to get out of here, but now it feels like I can see the very details of every snow drops falling from the sky, like a great miracle just happened before me. I am happy, this is what they call true happiness it seems, I don’t give a damn to all I achieved so far.

She pulled my sleeves and led the way; I just followed her to where she wants to go. It’s ironic how fate plays to people’s lives, all I care is the warmth I felt inside like a small light was put within my heart.

“Where are you taking me??” I was anxious to where a stranger tries to take a co-stranger. I haven’t done like this before, it’s like we are some high school students playing hooky at school. After a short walk, she suddenly stop and went at my back, she covered my eyes and whispered in my ears saying; “You’ll love this…” I got excited, although I didn’t mean it but it felt I will see something great. As we both walk forward, I can feel the orange juice in her pocket touching my clothes, a cold drink indeed that I forgot to ask why she bought it in this cold weather. Well, I will ask her later once we finish in this small game called follow the leader.

She stops walking and because she is shutting my eyes it made me stop from my tracks too. I smiled with excitement all written from my face. As she counts to 3, I felt anxious for I never felt like this before to any girls I have met.

“You can look now…” she whispered with such a sweet voice. I got tempted that I thought she was naked or something. You can’t blame me to think that way, I never met any girls that can make my heart tremble, I thought maybe she is one of them that have expertise when handling boys.