Saturday, 27 November 2010
02:57

Inspired from Rain - YUI (:

It was a raining Christmas eve. He told her that he'll be there at 9.30pm. Then realization dawned on her, and she questioned her reflection in the mirror.

With a white coat on and a glum expression, was she really anticipating this?
She hurried along the highway without being able to get a taxi. Not having an umbrella is a common thing, but walking along soaking wet on Christmas eve
Surely the blame cannot be put on someone else?

Watching others walk hand in hand along the street. Opening presents, or even talking to their love over the phone. She watched them walk along, and turned away. It was Christmas Eve, yet she stood there all alone.

A story which she created by herself? Even a teeny bit of happiness would have been fine for her. He won't be coming... That she knows.

Silent night...

She disliked people who check the time repeatedly, for doing that only tries to bring back memories which are already lost. Yet she looked at her watch. It was 9.45 and he was not here. Turning around to face the window of a shop. Gift boxes stacked nicely under the light.

The time when he gave him a small box as a present. Smiling at the pearl earrings, she quickly put them on. She was still wearing them now, she had not given up. But no matter what we do, we can't get rid of the past, so why was she sighing?

She was not special. No matter how many times she tried, she'll still get lost at the same place.

She wanted him to quit lying, there are no lies. That incident in which the truth was not known. She has gotten used to being hurt. Even if it's a contradiction, she'll accepted it all. She just didn't have the courage to destroy everything

He won't be coming... A lonesome silent night...

She dreamt of that promising future displayed in the show window, just like back then... Adoring the vague reflection of the candles, she asked herself, 'Is this goodbye?'

'When someday this rain turns into snow and slowly consumes this sadness, I'll be greeted by new hope' She held on to the earrings, but she decided to let go, as they fell from her hands.

She have always enjoyed the holy night. All of us tend to be a little lonely
'So it's okay to cry' she sat down and her eyes went blur.

A new beginning, silent night...