Wish Upon A Snowflake [[finished]]

Chapter 14: Acceptance (Mela)

Chapter 14: Acceptance (Mela)

Today France is going to travel from Alaska to our country. He is coming all the way from there, just to meet me. Am I worth it? And it’s all because of the stupid mistake of me taking of my cardigan. Today’s school day was quite annoying – in the morning Kodi and Eva full on slapped Jen for no particular reason. Best friends huh? I enter my apartment, and see my wrinkly mother kneeling upon my brother who coughed a lot. She let the medicinal syrup slide into his throat as he obediently swallowed it. I smile for a second, as I see how well we all get along even after father left. I enter the bathroom slowly, and pick out the tube that was half squeezed from the under cabinet. I apply it in my scars, pray to myself that they will fade away soon as I trace the marks that reached up to my elbow line. I still don’t understand why I started doing it – it just came so to me.

I message Ann on Facebook and tell her how adorable France was.

Ann; “Oh his name is France too? That’s so coincidental.”

Mela; “Ikr! But like, I’m too worried to meet him alone. That’d be so awkward. Can you please come along with me?”

Ann; “Wouldn’t that be more awkward, like two girls and him alone?”

Mela; “Pleeeeaassseee?”

Ann; “I’ll try. What time?”

Mela; “This evening in front of Hana no Sakura.”

Ann; “See you then.”

I swing open the doors of my wardrobe, and for a minute stare at the content. Seriously, all of this outfits are outdated, and I barely have any full sleeved clothes. I think and think, suggestions popping into my mind here and there. My eyes shifted to my window to observe the weather. It was mildly snowing, but the pine trees barely moved. So it wasn’t windy, but it was chilly. I look back at my closet again and finally come to a conclusion. I threw over a pastel pink jumper on myself, navy blue thick jeans. My eyes stare at my reflection in the mirror, and instinctively shift around to see how it looks like from different angles. The jet black hair reached up to the end of my torso, however, even though it’d keep me warm untied, it was extremely annoying and messy so I tied it up into a high ponytail. There. I look somewhat decent. As I swing open the door, I see my mother prepping my brother in his warm clothes. Why? “Where are you going?” I ask as I fidget with my jumpers sleeves, worried my scars might reveal even though it was impossible. My mother’s eyes that remind me of myself stare at me with pity swarming in her eyes. “Hospital. Your brother caught a severe flu. You’re going with Ann today right? I’ll leave the keys with you then. I’ll spend the night in the hospital.” She tells me, and it completely catches me off guard. Just a second before I protested, my brother started coughing. So it was that serious. “Alright. Call me up if anything though.” I tell her. I kneel down, smile at my brother and he smiles back. I hope he will be alright.

I stand in front of Hana no Sakura, shaking my body back and forth to keep my heart pumping. It was almost the time France got around here as he sent me a few messages already. I hope Ann gets here before he does, I wouldn’t want to spend the time alone with him – I’m that awkward. I’m used to getting hate, not love. My eyes move back and forth between the busy crowds and the blinding lights. It was Christmas Eve after all – it’s quite romantic actually. I’ve never realized it. Him, visiting a girl he’s fell in love with from the first sight from a long travel, on such a festive day. Happiness overflows inside me, as vivid imaginations start forming inside my frozen head. “Hey.” I hear a voice behind me, and I wasn’t able to recognize it as male or female so I jump from the shock and quickly turn around. “Oh gee Ann, you didn’t have to creep behind me.” I say and slightly push her with a faint laugh. “So where is that Romeo of yours?” Ann teases and slowly gives me a creepy smile, as I laugh and get embarrassed. “He should be here right about now.” I say and my eyes look at my frozen watch. I look up towards the busy street, from where he supposedly should be coming from. “I think we should—“ I was ready to go, and we probably should’ve as I was cut off by the blonde staring at Ann. “France.” She says, her eyes as wide as a plate. “Ann.” He replies back.