"Shall we go home together?" A fifteen year old Andrew waited for Hillary outside the classroom of the student council.
The two walked silently down that same paved road. Not hand in hand, but just at the same speed. WHY IS IT SO QUIET?! Hillary was freaking out on the inside. Lately, I can't stand the silence whenever we see each other! "Ah! I've forgot to return Laura's book, so I'll go and return it! So you can go ahead of me, Andrew!" She looked flustered. "Go on ho-..." He grabbed her hand and continued walking forward. Hillary began to blush. She was only glad that he wasn't looking at her. No, no, no, no, no. It's impossible, impossible, impossible. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears. Or rather, just say SOMETHING!
"Huh?" She looked up. Andrew was a red as a tomato as he looked down at the pavement. Her thoughts went silence as she too walked in silence. The thumping of her heart only seemed to ring louder in her ears.
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From that day onward, the two of us always held hands while walking home. We couldn't tell each other "I love you," or "go out with me," or "let's go out." But even so, we certainly understood each other's feelings.
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And yet...
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COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO~
Young Nina pouted as she diligently cleaned up the chicken pen in self serving silence. Andrew squatted at the corner of the pen with a full grown chicken on his head, staring at the girl, wondering what was wrong.
"Nina, have you eaten breakfast?" He held up an egg. "Chickidee's special omelet."
"I don't need it..."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm on a diet..." The little girl continues to pout. But I really want to eat it.
Andrew smiled, "If you lose any more weight, you'll lose more of your cuteness, you know?" The young man knelt down and tilted his head to see her face.
"Eh?" Nina's face went beet red. Damn it! Before she even knew it she was already sitting down in the dining room, waiting for a meal. Ugh, my past love is my weakness. Nina's face remained red. She turned around seeing Andrew cooking in the kitchen. She noticed how large his shoulders had become. Ah, he's an adult.
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I made a petty lie because I'm a kid. He knew I was lying, but kept quiet because Andrew is an adult.
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"Here, make sure you eat a lot," he set down a plate in front of her, "Oh,wait a minute. Ketchup... ketchup..." He walked to the kitchen looking for the bottle.
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Now, the only one whose heart is beating like crazy, is me.
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"It was a lie," Nina said.
"Huh?" Andrew turned around.
"That thing about dieting is a lie. I was sulking and I wanted to trouble you, but I didn't want to tell the trust so I lied." She stared him in the eyes as she said this. "I'm sorry."
"Wow... Well done..." Andrew looked at her in awe, "your parents taught you well."
"Stop treating me like a child!" She puffed out her cheeks.
"That's not it," he patted her head, "I'm telling you that because you're a good girl," he smiled. She blushed in response. "Someone who can't like has it hard."
Hard? "Not really... there's nothing hard about it." Andrew chuckled at her response.
"Is that so?"
~~~
What is "hard?"
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Story Time with Dolce! Part 3
"Me?" Andrew looked up from the tomato in his hand, "What did I promise you? Or rather, in the sixth grade? You're still in the fourth grade, right?"
Nina froze, giving him a sheepish look, "Andrew do you have a girlfriend?" Her arms starting moving in double time as she swept the den with all the might her tiny body could muster.
"What's with that all of a sudden?"
"It's a secret."
"Then, what's your time? Say something..."
"Well..." he looked down solemnly at the eggplants he was about to pick, "a girl who can eat a tuna and pickle sandwich gracefully." Nina turned around to look at his back, "In the past, even though she was super energetic and rough, she could eat a tuna and pickle sandwich gracefully without dripping anything on her hands or plate. And somehow, she was still a fast eater."
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That's... about Hillary...?
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"Did- Did you like her that much? That girl..." Nina forced a smile. She stopped sweeping.
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I didn't know anything. But you... you sill remember such small things...
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"Who knows?" he replied, "I've already forgotten," Andrew didn't turn back to look the girl in the eyes. But for an instant. It felt like my heart was frozen.
Nina dropped the broom. "I heard... the sound of a heart breaking..." it sounded like she was on the verge of tears.
"Eh? Nina?" Andrew turned around from petting Chickidee.
"HARDWARE MALFUNCTION!" She ran away as fast as she could.
"Are you okay?!" He immediately stood up and turned in the child's direction. "Your arms and legs are swinging at the same side, you know?" he shouted.
"I'M GOING HOME!" Nina called, not facing backwards.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP He could hear the sound of a car honking the at the girl.
"What did I do this time?" he scratched his head confused.
~~~
It's fine, It's fine! The one he loved was my past self. It's not like he still has feelings for me now! But... But Hillary, your boyfriend is so heartless!
~~~
"I've already forgotten." Those words echoed in Nina's ears over and over and over again.
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I know I died, but that's just too mean.
Nina froze, giving him a sheepish look, "Andrew do you have a girlfriend?" Her arms starting moving in double time as she swept the den with all the might her tiny body could muster.
"What's with that all of a sudden?"
"It's a secret."
"Then, what's your time? Say something..."
"Well..." he looked down solemnly at the eggplants he was about to pick, "a girl who can eat a tuna and pickle sandwich gracefully." Nina turned around to look at his back, "In the past, even though she was super energetic and rough, she could eat a tuna and pickle sandwich gracefully without dripping anything on her hands or plate. And somehow, she was still a fast eater."
~~~
That's... about Hillary...?
~~~
"Did- Did you like her that much? That girl..." Nina forced a smile. She stopped sweeping.
~~~
I didn't know anything. But you... you sill remember such small things...
~~~
"Who knows?" he replied, "I've already forgotten," Andrew didn't turn back to look the girl in the eyes. But for an instant. It felt like my heart was frozen.
Nina dropped the broom. "I heard... the sound of a heart breaking..." it sounded like she was on the verge of tears.
"Eh? Nina?" Andrew turned around from petting Chickidee.
"HARDWARE MALFUNCTION!" She ran away as fast as she could.
"Are you okay?!" He immediately stood up and turned in the child's direction. "Your arms and legs are swinging at the same side, you know?" he shouted.
"I'M GOING HOME!" Nina called, not facing backwards.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP He could hear the sound of a car honking the at the girl.
"What did I do this time?" he scratched his head confused.
~~~
It's fine, It's fine! The one he loved was my past self. It's not like he still has feelings for me now! But... But Hillary, your boyfriend is so heartless!
~~~
"I've already forgotten." Those words echoed in Nina's ears over and over and over again.
~~~
I know I died, but that's just too mean.
Friday, June 27, 2014
Story Time with Dolce! Part 2
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The rush of tiny footsteps could be heard from afar, "here... I... Go?! Waaah! Chickidee!" The girl almost fell onto the hen if it wasn't for a last minute save, "Wha-...............?" She was dazed for a second before realizing she had landed on the owner of the frightened chicken.
"You little monkey! How many times have I told you not to climb the wall?!" Andrew pinched her cheeks.
"Erm surwy..."
"What would you do if you injured yourself?" He let go and patted the dirt off of her clothes. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
"My cheeks," she held her hands up to the sides of her face.
"If it's just there, then it's fine."
~~~
Soon it'll be half a year sine I've moved to this town. That person is Andrew Daniels (25), the resident of the house beside mine. He's a nutritionist who goes back and forth to my grade school where he harvests vegetables from the kitchen garden behind it.
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"Sorry for surprising you Chickidee. I'll make your den extra clean today, so forgive me?" The little girl spoke with the hen.
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I volunteered to raise Chickidee so I could come to this garden every morning. I've always... always wanted to meet this person.
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"You're a very hard worker. You do excellent work everyday for the animals. I'm thankful," He picked a tomato from the vine.
"That's because... we made a promise didn't we? In the sixth grade."
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I haven't forgotten.
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"Look, look, Andrew! Oh my gosh! They're so cute going CHEEP CHEEP!" Hillary, fourteen years old, knelt down, pointing at the day old chicks at the stand in the outdoor bazaar.
"My grandfather owned some in the past. We have a shed in the garden."
"What, REALLY? The let's take care of some again!"
"Huh?" Andrew's jaw dropped in awe, "What?"
"The two of us, let's raise them together!"
"You better not cop out and force me to do it alone though."
"Fine, it's a promise!"
~~~
Hillary couldn't keep that promise.
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The rush of tiny footsteps could be heard from afar, "here... I... Go?! Waaah! Chickidee!" The girl almost fell onto the hen if it wasn't for a last minute save, "Wha-...............?" She was dazed for a second before realizing she had landed on the owner of the frightened chicken.
"You little monkey! How many times have I told you not to climb the wall?!" Andrew pinched her cheeks.
"Erm surwy..."
"What would you do if you injured yourself?" He let go and patted the dirt off of her clothes. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
"My cheeks," she held her hands up to the sides of her face.
"If it's just there, then it's fine."
~~~
Soon it'll be half a year sine I've moved to this town. That person is Andrew Daniels (25), the resident of the house beside mine. He's a nutritionist who goes back and forth to my grade school where he harvests vegetables from the kitchen garden behind it.
~~~
"Sorry for surprising you Chickidee. I'll make your den extra clean today, so forgive me?" The little girl spoke with the hen.
~~~
I volunteered to raise Chickidee so I could come to this garden every morning. I've always... always wanted to meet this person.
~~~
"You're a very hard worker. You do excellent work everyday for the animals. I'm thankful," He picked a tomato from the vine.
"That's because... we made a promise didn't we? In the sixth grade."
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I haven't forgotten.
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"Look, look, Andrew! Oh my gosh! They're so cute going CHEEP CHEEP!" Hillary, fourteen years old, knelt down, pointing at the day old chicks at the stand in the outdoor bazaar.
"My grandfather owned some in the past. We have a shed in the garden."
"What, REALLY? The let's take care of some again!"
"Huh?" Andrew's jaw dropped in awe, "What?"
"The two of us, let's raise them together!"
"You better not cop out and force me to do it alone though."
"Fine, it's a promise!"
~~~
Hillary couldn't keep that promise.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Story Time With Dolce! Part 1
It was supposed to be our first meeting, yet I was certain I already knew you...
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"Oh no. Oh no!" The ball flew over the large brick fence, "Hup," a little girl grunted as she jumped from the branch to the brick wall.
"Is this yours?" There was a man on the other side, holding her ball.
"I'm Nina Doyle, age 10. Nice to meet you!" She dropped her ball, taking hold of his hand.
"I'm Andrew Daniels." I know.
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From a long time ago, even before I was born... I loved you in my past life.
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I had always wanted to be Andrew's bride. I was boyish when I was a kid, so being with someone I loved at a warm dining table was something I could only ever dream of. Hillary Simmons died at the tender age of fifteen. Andrew's love who passed away ten years ago... was my past self.
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"Oh no. Oh no!" The ball flew over the large brick fence, "Hup," a little girl grunted as she jumped from the branch to the brick wall.
"Is this yours?" There was a man on the other side, holding her ball.
"I'm Nina Doyle, age 10. Nice to meet you!" She dropped her ball, taking hold of his hand.
"I'm Andrew Daniels." I know.
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From a long time ago, even before I was born... I loved you in my past life.
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I had always wanted to be Andrew's bride. I was boyish when I was a kid, so being with someone I loved at a warm dining table was something I could only ever dream of. Hillary Simmons died at the tender age of fifteen. Andrew's love who passed away ten years ago... was my past self.
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