Vincent

Four - Blue Periwinkle

"Aahhh the day is finally over!" Tim stretched his hands. "I finally finished editing Sarah's works!"

"Haha." I mocked. "Good for you."

Yeah, good for him. George approved my proposal for Sandra writing a new book, so the next few days would be busy.

"I'll just have to pass these to George and let him proofread everything." He stood up and took a stack of paper.

"Go go." I finished reading chapter two and three, and since it's already four o'clock, I'd edit this tomorrow. I closed all the windows in my laptop and shut it down. I fixed the things on my table and packed everything in my briefcase.

"I'll head out first, then." I said to my co-workers.

"Take care." Ric said, typing something in his laptop.

"Bye bye." Tim waved at me.

"Careful on your way home, boy." George smiled.

I waved before I left the department and headed to the elevator. As the elevators closed, I sighed and looked at my watch. At 4:30, Clark and I would meet in a restaurant near my apartment building. Minutes later I was already on the ground floor and headed to the restaurant.

Honestly, I was disappointed when Clark called. I already buried my past. Yes, I still have lingering feelings from it, but I know that I am slowly recovering. I never planned on going back. I don't want to experience those times that are full of sorrow.

I put my hand on my chest and grasped my polo.

If only I insisted that I would come with him.

If only I didn't listen to him.

If only I went to his house before coming to school that day.

"Tsk." I shook my head, trying to replace my thoughts.

I don't want to cry and regret anymore, dammit.

However, deep inside my heart, there's a spark--a spark of hope. Despite the years that's gone by, Clark found information about the case. I hate to admit, but I felt that I could conquer the world and do some action the moment Clark said he wanted to talk to me.

Despite these bitter feelings that dwell inside me, I feel hopeful--hopeful to find him again.

Those mysterious, beautiful black eyes.

Those lips.

Those arms that held me gently.

The way he looked at me.

The way he kissed my lips.