A Miracle (Translated) by peachxvision (Complete)

Chapter 5 - Her Miserable Past

RING. 

“Hello?” 

“Bro , why did you hang up on Sam the other day?” 

“I already told you that I didn't want to see her.” 

“She said she still loves you.” 

I froze over what Ethan said. 

“She should have told me that soon.” 

“Damn it man. The girl you've always chased is now chasing after you. Remember everything you did for her. Don't you realize their worth?” 

I thought about it. Ethan's right.I've loved Sam for a long time.

MU , but there was no relationship to bind us together.

She's my first kiss , and the first girl that had me going crazy. 

She fell out of love for me for some reason I didn't know. 

“Bro , it's Sam's debut nextweek , on 16. And she wants you to be her escort.” 

“Fine , I'll think about it.” 

“You don't have to!It's a yes , huh ? Alright , bye man !.” 

“WAIT!” 

DIAL TONE. 

Sigh. I quickly thought of a place to release my stress. I left her diary with mom and I went to the park.

I biked and as expected , she's there. 

“Mary.” 

“Nathan.” 

I sat beside her, and I rode the swing.Then she gave me something. A ticket, I think for a play, Les Miserables.

I was happy that she gave me one of these. 

“You're performing?” 

“Yes. That's not really a theater . We'll just perform in a school of arts. I'm Cosette. "

“You're singing?” 

“Yes. I have 2 pieces.” 

“When have you started practicing?” 

“For a while now. They just released the tickets now.” 

“Awesome. Alright , I'm coming.” 

“I'm counting on that. For this is my-last performance.” 

I thought that if I don't ask , she'd think I knew something was up. Of course , I had to ask so she wouldn't notice that I knew the bitter fate that awaited her. 

“Why?” 

“I just think so.” 

She smiled. I opened the envelope to check it out. Les Miserables? Victor Hugo's. I've read this. As I stared at the date , my eyes widened. 

It's the same date as Sam's debut. And they both start at night. Sh*t. What am I to do? 

“Is there a problem?” 

"N-no , there isn't.” 

“Just tell me if you can't go , so I wouldn't be expecting anybody to watch me perform.” 

“No , I'm going. I promise .” 

“You're the only friend I had after three years…so I'm hoping… you could go.” 

She held my hand and only then did I realize that her hands were so soft even though I've held her many times already. Maybe because this was the longest time she's held my hand ever since we've met. 

I don't know why but I feel nervous. My hearbeat has a different rhythm. I'm not sure but I'm nervous. Pity? Maybe… it is pity .