Mia: *yawn* It's already so late, why hasn't he messaged me yet?
I sigh and keep my phone on my nightstand. Maybe he said all that as a prank, after all, I'm pretty easy to fool. It's almost midnight, I should get some sleep. I lie down and stare out of the window. Jason, today I saw someone who smiles just like you, he's... I call him Custard Face. It reminded me of you, after so long. Where are you, Jason? I told you that no matter what, I'll keep our promise, I'll wait for you but, I feel like I can't do this anymore. What do you think? Should I move on? Should I... forget about all of this? Maybe it's because of the weird incidents recently but, why do I have a feeling deep down, that I'm being unfaithful to you? Can you hear my thoughts? I miss you. Tears of sadness start pouring out of my eyes, there's no stopping them. I close my eyes and letting them flow. Just then,
*Ding*
Mia:...!
I just got a text! Could it be... I quickly pick my phone up and see that Custard Face has sent me a text.
Custard Face: "Hey, about the thing tomorrow, I mean uh, it's already midnight, so today, can meet me at the Eastern train station at 6?"
Mia:...!!!
He really meant what he said earlier! I swiftly start typing my reply but stop myself. If I send a text so soon, he might think I'm too desperate. I wait for about a minute before shooting off my text.
Mia: "Gotcha"
Custard Face: ": )"
What's with this keyboard face? He could've just sent an emoji. Meh, whatever. If this was someone else, I would think a hundred times before agreeing to meet them out of the blue like this however, I don't know why but, I feel as though I can trust him. I hold my phone to my chest. I don't know why, I just I feel so... happy? It's then that I realize that I've stopped crying. Strange. Wait, am I having mood swings? And this slight pain in my stomach... Don't tell me! I quickly sprint to the washroom.
The Next Day...
Ugh, these cramps are killing me. Last night I noticed that my period cycle started again. I sigh as pick out my outfit for today's... I guess you could call it meeting with Custard Face. This peach dress is cute. Oh, I bet this pendant and bracelet would go well with it. As for the hair accessory, this one doesn't go well with my short hair. I rummage through my drawer but I can't find anything until my gaze falls on a hair pin with a hot pink bow on it. This is perfect! But, wasn't this given to me by Jason almost two decades ago? It's a wonder how someone as irresponsible as me managed to keep this in mint condition for so many years. I look at my clock. Holy...! It's already 5?! I quickly get ready and head out to the station.
Good, there are still five minutes left! I arrive at the station and look around. Looks like he isn't here yet. I head for the entrance when I notice a familiar figure at a distance. Custard Face! I'm about to approach him when the crowd recedes to reveal a woman standing in front of him. They seem to be in between a conversation, smiling and laughing. I can't see the woman's face but she gives off a very mature aura. Her long hair flowing with the wind, her high heels making her almost as tall as him and the smile on his face makes me feel envious. She must look beautiful, I on the other hand am short, dumb and immature. They both make a splendid couple. Wait, could this be the woman who called him yesterday at the store? For whatever reason, my chest aches, so much that I want to cry. Why? Why do I feel like this? What is wrong with me?! Why am I stick in my thoughts where they don't belong?! I scold myself for being intrusive with a... stranger. Yes, that's what we are, strangers.
I can't find the courage to walk up to him, and I don't want to now either. I pull out my phone. My lips are shaking, if I call him he's going to think something's wrong and going to be... no, why would he worry? I'll just send him a text. I turn away from them.
Mia: "Hey, I know I'm doing this at the very last moment but, something came up so I won't be able to make it today. Sorry! ; p"
Wait, now I'm sending him a keyboard face too! Talk about hypocrisy. I sigh and start to walk away, trying my best not to think about the scene I just saw but, it keeps haunting me...