When Worlds Collide

Chapter 19: ONLY IN MY DREAMS

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“…that’s why it’s so easy for you to ignore me….ignore me…ignore me…ignore me…*crash*”

Kunimitsu jumps up from his bed sweating. It was the same dream he’s been having for several months since he got to Germany. He breathes heavily and reaches for his glasses. He brushes his hair up and realized it’s too long. Maybe I should get a haircut. He thinks. He checks the time, it was too early to do anything and he did have classes today, because yes, even rising tennis stars need their education; that’s what he believed in. He knew it was pointless to return to bed, because he’d probably just dream the same dream, or not be able to go back to sleep at all.

In an effort to collect himself, he walks to the kitchen and boils some tealeaves. He sits on a chair in his kitchen and glances at the empty chair on the opposite side of the table. He missed his grandfather.

“Kunimitsu.”

 

“Hai.”

 

“You’ve been having nightmares since we got here.” Kunikazu tells his grandson matter-of-factly.

 

“I’m just adjusting to the environment Oji-san.” He reasons out.

 

“Hmn. Well, you better adjust soon because I only have one more month to spend with you before I go home.” Kunikazu replied less than convinced with his grandson’s reason.

 

“Hai.”

 

“How’s that girlfriend of yours? It must be difficult for her,  you leaving to pursue your dream like this.” Kunikazu asked again, pretty much waiting for an admission from his grandson.

 

“We we’re never really together Oji-san.” He replied.

 

“But I thought you two had a relationship.” Kunikazu confused by his grandson’s response.

 

“Iie, that’s not what I mean Oji-san, I mean, we live in different countries so we never really were together physically, so this isn’t much of a change.” He tried to explain.

 

“But the time difference is bigger now.” Kunikazu stated before sipping his tea.

 

“Six hours.” Kunimitsu replied in a breath of exasperation.

 

“So by the time you wake up, she’d be having lunch already. By the time she’s ready to go to sleep, you’d still be in school, or tennis practice. How are you ever going to communicate?” Kunikazu placed the truth cards in lay.

 

I don’t even know if we will ever communicate again. Kunimitsu thought to himself.

The clanking of the pot snapped him out of his thinking. He truly missed his grandfather, at least when he was there he could pretend that nothing happened, he could pretend that Amani still existed in his world. Now he was alone, and the loneliness he had to face gets more real every day. She was gone. And he had no way of finding her again. He snaps back to reality again when he felt the hot tea pouring over the cup into his hands.