8 Years Gap

Gap #6

Her POV

It's that time of the night again when I think about how everything changes in a blink of an eye. Change is inevitable, and people don't know when, where, how, and why it changes. Sometimes, even if we wanted to know the answer immediately, we won't find it yet. That's why I like to be in solitude. Even if I have friends who are kind enough to me, supportive siblings, and family who takes care of me since I was a child, I felt alone.

Sometimes, I don't understand them, including my family. Even Hail, my big sister and the closest one to me, sometimes doesn't understand me. That made me feel like I'm not enough. Oh well, never mind.

I entered the classroom, and I saw Jacky Chan quietly sitting in the corner alone. I laughed a little, thinking that this kind of guy is my best friend. I walked towards him and sat beside him since we're seatmates. He noticed me and said, "Oh, you're early." I like how he is the one who always starts the conversation.

I smirked at him and said, "Why? Something wrong with that?" And we just grinned at each other.

It's our free time in our history class today since Sr. Seno is not here today. I just kept quiet when I heard him humming. Wow, it looks like our martial artist is singing. Then, I thought of teasing him.

I tapped him at the back and smirkingly said, "Ohh, that's nice. Let me hear you sing then." I teased him and laughed while looking at his flustered look. "No, being a singer is not my forte," he answered while blushing, which makes me laugh. "It's okay! I'm the only one who can hear you anyway." I smilingly said to him, whereas in the back of my mind, I'm laughing. Though it's true that if he lowers his voice while singing, I'm the only one who can hear it since the class is noisy.

"Tomorrow," he answered me while I know he was being shy about it and will practice later at home, so I cannot hold my laugh anymore.

"You said it. I'm going to hear you sing tomorrow," I said to him and grinned. After that, I answered our history assignment, which is today's submission. Luckily, I'm done. Yay!

When it was after 3:30 PM, I updated my English subject to be done with it. I hope I'll get to the office in time, though. I hurriedly went to the office afterward, and thankfully, he's still here.

"Oh, you're late," Ms. Ena asked me, and I asked her to make me breathe for a second. I smilingly answered, "Yes, I was updating my last few subjects."

When I was about to sit, Mom gave me the money to eat, but I said I would rest first since I'm tired and it is hot outside. Although I didn't tell her that I wanted to say 'bye' to him because that way, we can still talk, is that so wrong?

Oh no, what the heck I'm even thinking about? I heard him saying goodbye to others while I'm waiting for mine. Time really goes by so fast.

"Bye." I was surprised when he told me goodbye next to me, especially when his face is so close.

I smiled and said, "Bye."

A few minutes after he went home, I went to 7-11, and when I'm eating, I began to think about him. I wanted to be friends with him. Would that be wrong? Will we really end with just a goodbye until the end?

Ugh, though I already thought that I'm enough with it. It seems like I'm not, and it made me sigh. I hope to talk to him, but it would be hard for us to be friends if we got close since his internship will end anytime soon. Even after that, I wanted to see his smile because my cold-hearted heart, which two people broke, seems comfortable around him. Ah-ha. Stupid self, what am I even thinking about?

His POV

It's only 1 PM, and she comes here around 4 PM. I came back to realization and thought through what I'm thinking. I just wanted to be her friend. That's all.

What am I even thinking? Damn it. I was thinking deeply until Ms. Ruff asked me, "Yuki, are you okay?" I'm in my training right now, so I must concentrate. I smiled at her and answered, "I'm alright." It seems convincing because she just nodded. Is my smile really that convincing?

I walked to the information table where Ms. An and Ms. Ena is staying. We talked about some things when Ms. Ena went to the restroom.

Ms. An asked me, "Yuki, if you have a girlfriend, is she a Filipina, Japanese or Korean?" I smiled and answered, "Japanese or Korean, I guess." She smirked and asked again, "Hmm, do you have a girlfriend?" I just laughed and said, "Yes, I do have one." It's 100 percent plus possible for a handsome guy like me. I do really have one, and she's a Japanese woman and the same age as me.

It's already 4 PM, and she's still not here? I interviewed some of the complainants, and I noticed that it was already 4:30. Did she directly go home from school? But the heck, why do I keep looking at the clock? And why am I waiting for her? I sighed. This is so not me. It's already 4:45, and there are no more complainants. Fifteen minutes and I'll go home. That's it, and I'll stop thinking about her.

I'm stopping myself from thinking about her when Rachel asked me, "Oh, why do you seem restless, Yuki?" I surprisingly asked her, "How can you say that?" She smiled and answered, "Well, you seem like worrying over someone." Huh? Do I look like that? "Oh, you're late," I heard Ms. Ena and looked at her.

I don't understand what Rachel said until I looked at Mary and heard her voice.

"Yes, I was updating my last few subjects." So that's why she's late. As I thought of that, I looked at my hands, and I stopped being restless.

I looked at her again, and she seems tired. Intellectually tired. She studied overtime in her school, huh? When Ms. An gave her money to eat, I thought of stopping her, but thankfully, I stopped myself. Like, what the heck I'm doing?

Wishing she won't go because I still haven't said 'bye' to her yet.

Ah, just let her eat, Yuki. She won't stay just because of it. Wait, why am I even thinking that if she will stay or not because of it? Well, that's the only way we can talk.

I noticed that she did not go to eat out yet and sat at her usual table. When I noticed that it's already 5 PM, I walked closely beside her and smilingly said, "Bye."

I'm surprised when she smilingly answered, "Bye." I went to my car after that.

Yes, that's what I wanted to see and waited for so long. I thought it was fine enough to say goodbye, but why am I not contented with it? I want to talk to her more. I want to know something about her, but it's impossible, right? Will we only end up like this?

I sighed because of that. This is hard, unlike when I hang around with others. I wonder if I will know her.

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Published: June 5, 2015, Friday

Translated: September 8, 2022, Thursday, 04:37 (GMT+8)