His Spring Symphony

Chapter Thirty One: Men Like Him

{Author's Note} I have no reason other than I had a writer's block. And, because of that, I'm terribly sorry.

Even though this story gets a decent amount of votes, still, I never get a single comment. I admit, at some point, I kinda wanted to stop writing His Spring Symphony.

Yet, I love Hunter and Haru, and even nobody supporting me, I will finish their story.

ENJOY - A

HARU

    Haru was struggling with her sketch. She groaned when her eraser touched the line instead of the black smudge.

   The whole two pages of her sketchbook filled with parts of a male's anatomy: arms, thighs, shoulders, his back. It was full of Hunter's illustrations. Even his tattoos; specifically the tattoo of a chamomile flower that he has on the back of his neck. Six petals represented each decade of the Bratva, chamomile as it was Russia's national flower.

"Hey!" Shasha knocked the table and made Haru quickly closed her sketchbook.

"Damn," Haru huffed. "Are you okay?" Shasha looked tired and not well rested, which made her asked.

"Samuel asked for a breakup." Shasha sighed. "Again?" Haru squeaked.

Shasha nodded and sat beside Haru. She then placed her head on Haru's broad shoulder. "Do you want to get some boba tea after our laps later?" Haru suggested and then lightly pat her friend's hair. Shasha nodded.

"He has been really distant for the past few months." Shasha said.

"I can't tell," Haru continued to pet her friend's hair. "I've never been that close to Samuel, I knew him through you, remember?" she paused. "He will get back to you again. Don't worry Shasha."

Shasha stooped sighing and get back to her feet. "I don't think so. That asshole sounds serious when he said it." She stopped their conversation there. Haru followed her to the pool stadium.

Shasha didn't like to talk about her relationship that much and Haru was fine with it. After all, it's their choice to tell their life story, it was of no use if you force them too.

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She sipped the booba out from the cup. "Today's booba taste... okay?"

"It's not as chewy as last time. It's shit." Shasha stated. Haru ignored her and kept sipping her strawberry boba milk tea.

Summer was almost over. Dried leaves were forming- green to red or yellow- it was a great time to drink iced drinks too, especially you ran out of energy after twenty laps in a pool.

Haru's phone buzzed. She felt a sudden joy in her chest. She hoped it to be Hunter. Yet it was not, her joy turned to worry.

"Shasha, I have to go." Haru claimed. She started to become fidgety as seconds passed. Shasha looked at her and pursed her lips. "What's wrong?" Shasha asked, clearly disappointed that their hangout felt short.

"Wanda, my friend, she-" Shasha stopped her, nodding her head. "Go." She consented.

Haru hugged Shasha (which never happened) and took her leave.

She walked, then started to jog, and then ran. She heading towards the nearest station to the hospital. She ran to Wanda like she always did. Like since they were fifteen.

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"Wanda Aimes." Haru breathed. The receptionist took a second to check the computer. "Room 515. To your right, at the-" Haru ran off barely care what the receptionist said.