This is a story I wrote quite long time ago… I think I’ll place it here, since it’s useless if no one read it. I know that my grammar is not perfect, but I’m trying my best to write things in English.
Comments will always be appreciated 😀 Anyway, this is the one from my old website, I just repost it here.
A Sudden Interruption
2010 (c) Devi Miranda
It had been five minutes since that girl took a seat and staring at the window; where the rain poured down heavily. When her order, which was a mug of hot chocolate, came to her table, all that she did was watching the smoke of the hot liquid faded slowly to the air. Well, not that she care about that, her mind wasn’t even in that cafe, she guessed.
She knew it well; she knew where her mind flew to. It was that picture she saw in Facebook, right? Yeah. That was it. She became all melancholy like this just by a picture, and she wondered what would happen if she had to look at the real ones. That would be a mess, she sworn upon her tongue.
“…guess it can’t be helped…” she whispered in such a low voice, and that came out blurry, thanks to the sound of the rain, “…they’ve forgotten me, and I can’t do anything but being annoyed by the fact. How fool.”
“And the thing that makes you a real fool is you regret and came here to sobs.”
She nearly jumped out of her chair as she heard that familiar voice.
‘Oh, please. Not him. At this state…’
She passed a glance out to her back and regretted it at once. Shit. That was him. So he knew it. He HAD known in at the first place.
“…it’s none of your business,” that girl flushed a bit by the fact that another guy took a seat across her and greeted her in a smug smile. “…stop it.”
“Stop what?” this boy grinned. “Stop pretending that I didn’t know everything or stop bothering your-so-called-peace?”
“Both,” the wavy-haired girl answered sarcastically. “And stop acting that casual in front of me while you know how much I hate you.”
“Oh, my bad,” again, that grin. This girl really, really hoped that she could take her hot chocolate and poured it all once to that annoying face, along with the mug. “But I hate you as well, and seeing you annoyed does make me happy.”
“…you are the worst.”
“I am the worst,” he smiled cheekily. “Now, before your urge to throw me with that hot, sweet liquid get bigger, let’s get to the point.”
He changed his face. Now, the brown-haired girl could see the worry lines—or maybe angry lines—appear in his face.
“What?” not that she scared, really. She’s just… unable staring to that serious face, so she threw her face away.
“You actually love me, don’t you?”
And that girl could feel as if her heart stopped beating.
fin
.
little ramblings 