My Beloved Pika,

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[1.12.16]

"Chate, I'm moving to the Far North on the 8th. I... I... It is 56." What is 56? I'm Canadian. "13." Shusshhh, that's shirt! I smirked for a tease. "For you. I wonder how you survive. I have poor tolerance to cold weather." Warm! "What!? It's snowing and adfsghkl you're hot!?" Can't blame me. Must be because there is no wind. "It is always windy here. We're near the Pacific coast."  Ocean. It does bring back a lot of memories. She started crying. "I've been busy. I... I don't know. I haven't studied anything! I don't have any motivation to do so! I am getting overwrought easily since I moved here. How did you do it?" I don't know either. It varies. "I want ice cream! Ben & Jerry's!" I only have this. "Häagen- Dazs Gelato! Chate, why are you making me jealous? Is it a pint or more?" Talking American now eh. It's 500mL. I bought it from my coupon. "Chate, I... I... wish you can come over during your Christmas off." My current circumstances don't allow me to. "Okay..." feeling defeated. But if you're free, we can videochat. I don't have any plans for that day as far as I know. My planner is slated  blank.

Then the call got interrupted.

~ an hour before the conversation ~

"Rie, goodbye." She already had left before I could even write my words of reply. I was technically offline. Now there can be endless unanswered questions in my head but she further wrote a hope. A string of reverie of which I don't hold insurance of. Since I have been gone for 2 months, my memories are hazy.

~ To my memory keeper volunteer ~

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