Fireworks Dream

Chapter 3

A year later...

It's been a year since that day.

 'Can he listen to my heart? Longing and yearning with ache and grief to be with him?'

This year I am wearing yukata just like he told me to wear before.

'Scott..'. I whispered his name softly. 'I love you.'

I waited at the same place where I waited for him to arrive last year. I looked up at the same round clock and it reads five minutes past seven. The exact same time when I looked up at the clock like before.

"When talking about fireworks obviously you have to wear yukata , right? Why aren't you wearing it? First time watching fireworks on our first date of course you have to wear it."   

I smiled to myself remembering that moment when he scolded me for not wearing yukata.

"Let's go." He took my hand in his warm one and started walking towards the entrance.

I got up from the oak bench and made my way to the bridge where we saw the fireworks together last year. Memories flashed back into my mind as I reached at the same spot where we stood together near the bridge.

"Senya", he stared into my eyes deep with intense and came closer to my face. "If you like me, you will forgive me, right?".

"One firework is equal to one kiss."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fireworks with colorful colors blasted in the night sky.

I walked around the same place where Scott and I had been walking looking out for foods to eat and games to play and recalled every single moment we spent together. When I arrived at the stall where Scott caught the goldfishes, I let out a soft chortle as I remembered how he had behaved like a kid that time.

"Yay! Catch a lot more! Catch a lot more!".

I asked the same owner of that stall for a tissue net and dipped it into the basin trying to catch one of the goldfishes with it. Unfortunately, the tissue net tore off. I sat there watching the net and the goldfishes sadly. 'He would have caught the fishes easily.'

"Eh! You?", the owner looked at me with shock on his face. Then he flashed me a warm smile which was really genuine and asked, "Where's your cheerful friend? The guy who acted like a kid? He was so happy that time, eh?", he laughed swaying his head back and forth.

I stared at the goldfishes playing among themselves happily. One of them was swimming back and forth nonstop.

"H..he..he's gone." I replied him with melancholy in my tone.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A day after that fireworks festival night, he encountered an accident on the road. He was riding his bike when unexpectedly an oil tanker ran into him which had caused him to hover about three meters away from his bike. Blood was flowing from everywhere and he died on the spot.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Looking up at the fireworks filling up the night sky, I closed my eyes and wrapped myself with both of my arms. 'The sound of fireworks this time is still the same as last year but not as beautiful as before. Because the fireworks that we scrutinizedtogether was even more beautiful', I alleged to myself.

*flashback*

We were sitting on a woody bench which was far away from the hum and commotion of the festival. The place was hidden behind shrubberies of trees and the verdure of disparities of plants and flowers. I inhaled the whiff of the floras around us appreciatorily.