Jason: Can I pursue you again..?
That one question almost left me speechless. How many chances does one get to prove their love? Or is this even love or just guilt?
Jason: In three months, if I can't make you feel the same way about me, I'll never trouble you again.
"I'll never trouble you again"...As delightful as it would sound to hear it from someone who just broke your heart, it left me with mixed feelings. I agreed to it regardless.
Those three months felt like three years to me. There were a lot of firsts...
Mia: Hey!
He picks me up and I protest.
Jason: How about this? Does your foot hurt now?
We're so close! I can't look at his face, if I look up, I'm afraid I... I bury my face in his chest, hiding it as he carries me away and hear his calm heartbeat. How is he so calm about this? This is the legendary 'princess carry'.. I couldn't have even dreamed to experience it...
A lot of secrets we're revealed..
Cindy: I save his life as that's how he treats me?
Cindy complains as she leans back in her chair.
Mia: What do you mean 'saved his life'?
A lot of fights took place...
Mia: Why didn't you tell me?!
Jason: It wasn't important!
Mia: It IS important! Do you kno-
Jason: Shut up!
Mia:..!
But we made up...
Mia: I'm sorry.
Jason: You're not the only one at fault. I'm sorry too.
Mia: So, we good?
Jason: Seems so.
I smile at him and he does the same.
But, among all those, something slowly changed.
Jason: You know, it gets tough doing this all alone. I wish, I had someone lift me away from here.
Mia: You're not alone.
Jason: Huh?
I squeeze his pale hand tightly. I'm right here... for you.
When did it happen? When did it start? I felt I could make everything right, I could make it happen. However, when our time ended...
Jason: This.. This it it.
Mia:...
I clench my fists tightly.
Jason: You really have nothing to say?
I look away, unable to meet his eyes.
Mia:.. Nope.
Jason:.. I see. I guess this is..
Mia: This is goodbye.
He bites his lip and nods. We both turn our backs to each other. He walks away, I don't. I slowly turn to look at him. His silhouette slowly disappears in the dense fog as we walks away.
It's snowing but, when he was here, it felt warmer... in my heart. Why couldn't I say it? My heart shatters. I reach my hand to his faint shadow. Should I go after him..?