Hayami came awake suddenly with a single ring of her alarm clock. Shutting it off to stop the annoying noise, she looked at the main medium sized wall clock that was hung directly above her bedroom door and saw it read 4:01am, the start of another day for her, and she felt more than grateful to be alive. So, putting on her running gear, Hayami left the house for a run but not before checking up on her precious four-year-old twin babies to make sure they were okay.
After confirming for herself that they were okay, only then was she able to go for her run
peacefully- but after making sure the house was secured of course. Greeting a few towns
people who were early risers like her, Hayami continued her run till she reached the town's
river and halted her tracks, panting out of tiredness and exhaustion. Truthfully speaking, the river was kind of really far from her house, hence the run could be a little tedious but she didn't mind. The run was worth it in her own opinion. It gave her the much-needed time to think and effectively plan her day ahead.
Taking her seat on one of the benches that was provided by the riverbank, she sighed as she overlooked the wide expanse of the river. Anyone or any passerby who looked at her quiet frame from a distance would only see the perfect picture of serenity and calm that she presented. Never would they be able to know or guess that she was actually a living,
breathing mess. No one would be able to guess what turmoil abounded in her all day long.
But it was okay, she was doing fine, and that was all that mattered. Her early morning run
always helped calm some of the turmoil, and watching the river move along peacefully was
great therapy for her and she wasn't complaining. Even though looking at the river always reminded her of 'him,' and Hayami's heart squeezed and skipped a beat like it always did whenever she thought of 'him.'
She knew it sounded really weird, comparing someone to a river. But that was just what it is.
His quiet nature, his calmness and the icy coldness that she had seen only him possess and accomplish all at once could only be very similar to that of a river. He was calm and cool under fire and even when provoked, he made even the most barbaric of fights look elegant and graceful. He was always graceful, and everything about him was beautiful and she had loved him.
She had loved him even when he had taken her heart and tore it into shreds right in her very face. She loved him even when he gave and left her to the wolves, she had loved him
completely even when according to everyone and most especially, him, she had become a
pest that they couldn't wait to get rid of. He didn't tell her with his mouth of course, but she had seen and watched as his actions got more colder and colder towards her day by day, and the more time he had spent with the red-haired beauty that had made her worth diminish in front of everyone in just a short span of time.
Hayami's heart further squeezed as she remembered the day he had come home with a guilty look on his face and confessed to her about his short time affairs he had with the red-head, and when he had told her point blank that he was in love with the red-haired beauty. It was then she knew she had failed. She had lost him forever and even though she had tried fighting for their relationship, she was misunderstood to be someone who just couldn't bear to see another person happy. She was seen as a witch who was standing in the way of someone else's happiness and she had lost the support of everyone, even her friends and the elders in
their town. It was in her last attempt to fight for her happiness that she gave him a condition which blessed her with two other strong women who were also not looked favorably upon by the rest of the community, and surprisingly, 'his' uncle. To crown it all, she was then blessed with one of the
greatest gifts a woman could ask for, her twin little four-year-olds. They were more than what she could ask for and she was grateful to have them in her life. They were her whole life and no one, she repeats, no one! Would make her children feel any less than they were worth-and that was a lot-no, one, not even 'him' who was their father.
Speaking of her babies being four years, she also realized that it had really been four years
since she had left his life for good. It had really been four years since she had left their shared apartment that night with nothing but her clothes and luggage, leaving nothing but her broken heart and messages in sticky notes behind.
She had gone overboard with grief that she had left hordes and hordes of messages for him in sticky notes. Perhaps, that was why she had a special kind of bond with that thing. Because like it or not, writing sticky notes had been one of the many effectives ways that helped through her long process of moving and letting go of her lost love.
Her sisters of the heart- who were now godmothers to her children had also helped her a lot through her process of healing and she in turn had helped them too-a story for another day- to heal from the wounds that had been inflicted on them by the people they loved dearly. A wet splash on her thumb was enough to make Hayami come back to reality only to realize that she had been crying. So she quickly and furiously wiped her cheeks, annoyed with herself that she was still so deeply affected by all the nonsensical rubbish that had happened in her
life four years ago.
She checked her wristwatch, looking for something to distract her from her depressing thoughts, and distracted she was indeed because it was…flipping ten minutes to six! Here she was, wallowing in her self-pity, like someone who has all the time in the world, when the time was running faster than the 'Flash' himself.
Hayami got up quickly, and dusted her dusty behind because she was only just noticing that the bench was dusty. Sighing and berating herself for being too blind and absentminded, she had not even run two steps when she felt a wet splash on her cheek and this time, it wasn't her crying. It was flipping going to rain
She could only guess the sky had decided not to let her cry on her own and while she was a little bit grateful for the "moving gesture," she didn't want to be caught in the rain at all-especially this early. She loved the rain, but she didn't feel like getting drenched today at all, it wasn't on her to do list. Besides, rainfall in this town could be
very heavy and the winds were especially strong and she didn't want to get caught in it like this at all.With a determined mind to reach home before the rain fully starts, Hayami immediately set out on her run back to the dry safety of her and warm comfort of her home. Hoping-though not certain- and praying fervently within her that she gets home before the rain starts, or gets
more and more heavier or worse, get stuck in the rain and later catch 'a big freaking cold.'
Hayami laughed at the last thought that struck her mind as she continued her drenched Journey back home.