Hello everyone! I want to get away from the long story I'm writing. Let's write a short story to welcome the festival of love. I hope everyone will like this story. Kisses.

Wednesday 14 February 2018

I hate this stupid festival.

I hate what people call Valentine's Day.

It's just a normal Wednesday. Why do other people come out to show their love like this? Anyway, we'll break up for now.

I thought as I looked at the couples around me. Even though I know that I have no right to be jealous of them, but... being single for 19 years has made me unable to see the beauty of every festival. Because in the end I have to be alone.

When I pursed my lips While waiting to catch the bus that was going to get off at home, a drunk person suddenly walked into the bus stop. We all turned to look at him, who was staggering not too far away from me and mumbling.

I started to feel bad when I saw that. So I decided to move and change seats. But he reached out and grabbed my wrist. I winced and looked around for help. But no one thought of helping me.

“Where are you going, beautiful one? Can you sit with me first?!” said the drunk man. My face turned pale as he looked at me with tears in his eyes. I tried my hardest to twist my wrist out of his grip. But I don't know why his strength is so great.

When I was about to be in despair And the people were ignoring me like this was normal. Suddenly, another hand pulled my hand away.

I turned around and saw a half-breed angel with a face. We exchanged slight glances. Before he gently pulled me to walk together.

The drunk people's shouts calling out to me never stopped. That's when the police walked in to take him to calm him down.

“Why don't you just sit and let him harass you!” the man said. He didn't even turn to look at me.

I heard this and shook my wrist free from his grip. “Why do you think we won't resist? We can't fight that person's strength! But thank you for coming to help,” I said harshly before softening as I thanked him.

“Next time, just shout. Why let it stay like this? But the people around here are really disturbing. People who are being molested but pretend not to notice.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glanced at me.

We locked eyes again. Before I stared at the clock and looked up at him again. “But just now, I really have to thank you. How about giving us a drink of water as a thank you?”

“There's no problem.”

And that was the first time we knew each other...

Thursday 14 February 2019

Amidst the laughter, a group of people walked into the amusement park. I stood staring at the clock and looking at the different entrances filled with various people.

“Why are you so late!” I sighed and frowned. and continued to stare at the entrance Until finally the person I was waiting for walked in without any haste.

I folded my arms over my chest and stared at him as he walked closer. Waiting to hear a talk or whatever that would explain why he was late. But he just smiled. Then came and hugged my neck

“You can have a wrinkled face and be an old person. Pa! Let's go inside. It's too late," he said in a casual tone, but I didn't feel well either. I shook his hand away from my body. and stood directly facing him.

“How many times have you been late?!” I asked sternly. He smiled and looked around the area after I finished speaking.

“Hey! That's it. It's okay." He tried to speak in a casual tone again, but I was completely fed up with this kind of thing.

“You're late every time we make an appointment. Today is an important day for both of us. You can't be late like this!”

“Sorry I'm late. But we really have a reason. Don't be angry. We promise we won't be late next time,” he said softly. He walked closer. Meant to hold me in your arms

But I stepped back before pushing him away. “Even on the anniversary of our first meeting, you came this late. And on other important days, won't you let us wait for you?”

“Calm down, everyone is watching,” he said, looking around the area again.

“You only care about other people's eyes! And have you ever cared about us? I don't remember my birthday. It's our anniversary and you don't care. And you're still late today?!" I said, my voice shaking. Tears began to fall in both eyes.

"Come on, don't cry," he said softly. He reached out his hand to wipe away my tears. But I pushed his hand away. and stared blankly at his face He sighed to stop the sobbing that was building inside his heart.

“If it continues like this, let's break up. Because you don't care about us at all,” I said in a calm voice. Turning your back to him, you began to walk.

"wait a minute! You!” he shouted loudly. But I don't care

I hung my head and walked and cried, wiping away the tears that kept flowing. Why is someone like me so unlucky in love? There will be good love. Aren't you like him at all?

When I still couldn't stop crying His call was still not far away, but... the sound of the car horn honking was louder. Startled, I turned to look at the source of the sound.

At that speed I would definitely die, but I couldn't take a step. At that moment, he rushed up from behind. Push me away from there. before there was a loud crash. His body flew up into the sky. Bumped against the front of the car. along with the blood that poured out

At that time, that was the last image I would remember...

Monday, February 14, 2021

How much time has passed?

I stared at the tall figure who had been unconscious for two years. His handsomeness had not diminished at all.

I come to see him every day and sit and talk with him every time. Some days I would come with a beautiful flower that he would always say was just like me. I came to see him early in the morning and returned when visiting time was over.

I reached out and stroked my hair, which had become stiff from not washing it for a long time. Follow the outline of a slightly sunken face. before gently touching his lips.

“When will my master wake up? The servant has been waiting for the master for two years now.” I called out the name we had worked together to think of. As tears flowed

He didn't even wag a finger. Only the sound of the pulse continued to be heard. I removed my hand from his lips. While walking to the bathroom

At that moment, the door to the room opened. It must have been his mother who walked in. But it seems like it comes with a doctor and a nurse. I suspect he'll come for a regular checkup like every time.

And when I wasn't paying attention, the doctor's words suddenly stopped me. I stopped my hands washing the fruit. He listened carefully to what they were talking about. With my heart beating non-stop

And because I couldn't bear to keep listening, I hurriedly opened the bathroom door. Then he walked quickly towards them standing around him.

I ran through the middle of the circle. and hugged his body tightly Before turning to look at the doctor who was looking at me blankly, alternating with his mother who was standing on his father's shoulder.

“I won't be able to take off the ventilator! If the ventilator is taken off He won't be able to come back!" I said, my voice shaking. while hugging the thick, unconscious body that was still sleeping

"That's enough, kid. He probably won't wake up," his father said quietly. But his eyes were trembling.

“Father, mother, how can we trust his efforts? If it happens... What if he still has the heart to fight? We're going to kill him!” I tried to persuade, my voice still shaking. And the tears that started to flow down two clear cheeks

If it's normal time He must have reached out and wiped away my tears. and would hug and comfort him to stop crying But now his hands were still. and without consciousness It made my heart almost break.

“Oh!... Mom and Dad would like to think so, but it's been two years already. If we continue to push him, He must suffer. Let's set him free,” his mother said. He walked over and hugged me as I fell and sat weakly on the ground.

“Huh!... Mother... Shall we wait a little bit? At least if he comes back to life tomorrow or...”

“There was nothing like that.” I didn't finish my sentence. The doctor's voice rang out. He looked at me with gentle eyes.

“Usually we only wait three days to see how his brain responds. If his brain doesn't respond at all, We're going to take him off the ventilator, but it's been two years. I think he can rest in peace."

“Hug!... My lord! Sir, recover! He's about to be taken off the ventilator! If the master doesn't recover now. Master, you really have to leave.” I picked myself up and shook him back to life. My tears dripped down my colorless face.

Father could only pull me away. And mother hugged me Just keep me from falling. I called his name He begged the holy spirit to bring him back to life.

I looked at the nurse who was taking off his ventilator. with a broken heart Thinking back to that day If I'm not mad at him If I look at the way If I could control my emotions Right now we're probably walking around the amusement park holding hands. Hug each other after coming out of the haunted house. Gaze at the setting sun on the soaring swing.

Now, that kind of thing doesn't happen anymore. His pulse sounded loudly, and both me and my mother stood and hugged each other, crying. With Father patting us on the back.

There is no longer a hand that can save me from danger...

There are no more lips that speak sweet words...

There is no more warm embrace that makes me feel more comfortable...

I swooped in and hugged him again. My cries filled the room. And that's when I felt a warm touch. An embrace that calms my heart I closed my eyes and let the tears continue to stain his shirt.

'We love you...Botan..'

END