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Hiyori’s POV

“He’s an idiot for leaving you here.”

No, he’s not! It’s has been little more than two hours plus the longest bubble bath in history yet I still haven’t quite gotten over a comment I should easily ignore from a client I despise enough to ask for a switch in project so I shall no longer see him again.

Five good months pass by peacefully or let’s say as peaceful as Maiya and Shun could manage now that he’s the rising star across Asia with a hot doctor girlfriend. The healing process for Hiro turns out shorter than expected, whist I spend half my week at home and half at his to babysit and being spoiled during the honeymoon phase of a new relationship that doesn’t last.

Convincing Hiro to withdraw the request of transfer and hours cut isn’t hard, he loves his job and I do not want to be the person who stands in the way so I shouldn’t be upset when a client comment about our decision of having Hiro aboard and maintain this long distance relationship. He’s out there saving lives, doing good and creating a better world. I would have done the same if someone offers me a job that would not only advance my career but also self growth and exploration along with helping others. I would not turn it down for a guy no matter how much I love him… would I?

Quit the negativity and insecurity already, Hiyori! Don’t be a drag, Hiro is off to another side of the world knowing that we could do this, he has faith in us. And even he may meet fellow doctors on the field who would be just as smart, passionate and incredibly attractive, he would not waver, not even for a little.

The glowing blue light cast a rather dull and pathetic reflection from my window as I stare blankly at the screen, waiting for a reply after those blue ticks. The curse of knowing your message is read yet to be replied to is just as taunting, no matter the gender.

The temptation to reply is enticing although my better judgement (tiredness) has sent me to the land of dream where I could at least see Hiro for a little longer than a 5-10 minutes skype calls once in awhile. Waking up to his cute teddy bear selfie puts a smile on my face though it doesn’t last when my mother calls next and carry on a dreadful conversation of 30 minutes to ensure my attendance at her birthday party. 

Another hectic day in the office with an unexpected soon or later reunion request from a high school that I’ve worked with not so long ago, going down on memory lane where I’ve had the pleasure to meet Mr. Kagai whom later invited me to a gallery show. The universe must be having so much fun with my love life, throwing men at me while I constantly run away from the one my heart points towards until he’s finally won me over but then fly half way across the world to fulfill his dreams and duty.  

Meeting with Mr. Kagai set next week at his school and the dresses mum has chosen and sent over now lying on my bed, waiting for me to make a decision as if it even matters. She is going to be the star of the night, why does it matter what I wear or how glamorous I look. Sigh escaped and palms rubbing my face follow by setting up a reminder for the party I am not exactly looking forward to, I text Shun to see if he and my little sister would be going. If I were to be bored or embarrassed to death, at least the charmed duo would take the spot light off me.

Days fly by and standing like a lost puppy under a tent while the guests arrive and my mother smiles suddenly look genie for once under the blazing sunlight. Whoever’s idea to have this party outdoor is brilliant, it feels warm, causal yet still classy. Nothing like my mother but hey, still a good idea. 

Slow motion playing in front of my eyes for all I see is Hiyori Mukai, a girl I’ve left behind over career advancement; a girl who no one else has ever come close to competing; a girl I would do anything just to be with her again. The heavy guilt weighing over me makes this neither positive nor negative situation harder to progress, should I make the first move? Would she turn and run if I do?

Heart racing as I quietly watch her, no words to describe how I feel, my glimmer of sunshine so close yet so far, hesitating at the distance I’m resopnsiblie for creating and the fear to admit that we may have lost one another more than we would like to admit. Deep breath and cheeks slightly flushed, it’s the tuck on my elbow to see I’m being pulled over towards her.

“Come on now, don’t be a stranger you two!” Of course the former Mrs. Mukai would do the honor of awkward introduction, “Haru is recently back to the country, Hiyo. It’s been too long, you two should catch up.”

The wink and squeeze on my butt brings back memory but best of all, it eases our tension as I see a gentle smile breaking across her perfect profile. “God, you’re just as beautiful as ever.” Both of us caught off guard at a comment which I should’ve kept to myself than saying out loud, my whisper of sorry which goes a long way. “I… I’ve missed you.”

Guilt and nerves taunting me as Haru and I take a stroll away from the crowd, his every little gesture brings back sweet memories that I’ve long buried inside a box now safely stored in the top corner of my closet shelf.

His slow breath mask a contrast to my beating heart which is filled with images of Hiro and how sad he must be if he ever finds out. The updates of Haru’s success brings a sincere smile to my face for all he ever wanted was a chance to prove his ability and worth in the world out there, he did just that.

Little off guard at the obvious question with intention I am unsure of, a bitter smile spreads across my face which I hope she hasn't noticed.

"Grr, I'm single." And my heart aches before she even attempts to say anything, I already know. She's taken, she is someone's girl. Cursing my stupidity of blurring out how much I miss her and acting like a teenage boy is the last sort of impression I want to her to have of me.

"Are you happy with him?"

Not proud of my wishes, my desperation and hope for a no to escape her lips. I need to know, can this man make her smile the same way I used to do?

Kelsy’s POV

This is how it all begins or at least how my memory serves it:

Friend: You’re a magnet for those "I just wanna have fun", you know that?

Me: I must have it TATTOOED on my head but then nothing’s wrong with wanting to have fun.

Friend: A blind date would be perfect! Better than that random dude you were chatting to for weeks

Me: Oh so blind date is not random? 

Friend: No, I know the guy

Me: For how long?

Friend: A week

Me: Seriously? 

Friend: Hey your jerk just wants sex

Me: And your blind date doesn’t?

Friend: He seems too timid

Me: And I look shy but hey I have sex! Your point being!?!?!

And now here I stand in the middle of town, internally screaming at my phone screen and the urge to struggle my nosy friend is so real, I’d taste blood from biting my bottom lip.

Sweat and nerves have not calmed by my third glass of water, rubbing the back of my neck apologetically it’s one sorry after another for being late, work is always a first priority and in my line of work everything is urgent, everyone is in a rush.

When a girl I’d met only a week said to set me up on a blind date during her semi druken state over casual drinks through a friend or some cousin of hers, I had not for a second believed any of this ideal woman for me whom she described in simplified terminology as “perfect”. Such thing does not exist though curious by her word, I jokingly agree in confidence that it would not happen yet here I sit and face the lady across the table in one of the most popular restaurant in town, wondering what I should and should not say on a first blind date.

After another 5 minutes of awkward silence and occasional glances, a young blonde has come to our rescue and takes care of our meal of the evening. Sigh of relief escape both our lips and we share a laugh at how pathetic we are, in such state- even for our age, this is a little embarrassing. Breaking the ice with a brief introduction of ourselves and background, my date cuts to the chase and fires away the usuals- my job, hobbies, where I live, where I’m from and the dejavu of being screened and interviewed like luggage at airport, I try hard to focus and not give in to the boredom or exhaustion that’s slowly creeping under my skin.

“I’m a legal secretary.” And so the cycle begins, the expected eyes widen, brows raised or gasps are surprisingly nowhere to be found on her face. She remains fascinated or so she seems for the next 45 minutes, chatting, eating, drinking and enjoying my company until dessert is served and shared.

“I’m not sure how this goes….” The rest of... is this where I hug you and exchange numbers then go home and wonder if it’s too soon to call or do I walk you back to your place.. is safely locked away as if she’s read my mind and asks if I’d walk her to her apartment which is around 20 minutes away. Once we’re outside the building, I couldn’t seem to turn away. “I… It’s nice meeting you, Kelsy. I had a great time.”

Truth be told, the fear of being stood up in such fancy restaurant doesn’t leave a very good first impression for the one week old Mr. Shy guy my friend have known yet miraculously recommend me to meet. A nervous young man is then led to my table after 15 minutes of waiting, his sincere apology does make up for it. Gulping down his water quickly, (presumably he has rushed his way here) I take a deep breath and re think the steps I’ve written before hand.

1. Make small talk

“So what do you do for a living?

"Are you from around here?”

“Any hobbies? Favorite movies? Food?”

The questions are standard but necessary, better get them out of the way now than later. Not being able to keep my surprise at his occupation, I’m more than delighted to finally meet a man who works in the same profession. Finally, tonight isn’t going to be one of the nights where I would hear the hint of oh but administration is beneath you, why do you like being bosses around or so you pour some coffee and tea all day? Listening curiously and intently about his days, I too feel his vibrant and passions about working in a law firm.

2.Smile & Eye contact

Tucking my hair to one side, check. Smiling at his jokes, check. Look into his eyes, check. Doing everything by the book on the safe side, reading and analysing his reactions and choice of words to try getting a clearer idea if he’s interested in me.

3. Connect

A little worried at how much I seem to be leading half of the conversation, it’s a battle between convincing myself that he is tried or I’m seriously boring him. Throwing a few sports and movies at him, Henry begins to relax more while talking about movies. Comedy, Horror, Thriller, Drama and occasionally Romance. Not that I particularly understand the need of stereotypes in those movies but sometimes, I do get butterfly in my stomach when a sweet scene melt my heart.

List ticked and desserts shared, I take initiative and ask to be walked home. Most guys I’ve dated always offer it, whatever it takes to stay longer, some even up to my place and all the way down to my legs. Henry however doesn’t seem to fit that category, my girlfriend is right.

Two grown adults lingering in front of an apartment complex like some horny stupid naive teenagers, we eventually exchange contacts but his sudden kiss certainly makes my cheeks burn. “Yes, there will be a second date!”

Apparently, I've been checking my phone more often than usual or grinning at it like an idiot according to my colleagues, idiot? I suppose I'm smiling a bit since last night, a blind date that's gone unexpectedly well and have been texting each other all morning. Mind simultaneously drifting back to our date, the quiet street and our first kiss. Even the thought of it makes my cheeks burn up a slight crimson pink and earn suspicious looks in the office which I don’t bother explaining.

Perhaps seeking help is considered cheating and may or may not backfire but the desire to have the perfect time with Kelsy is high. Shooting the one week old friend who has set me up with a god sent woman of a lifetime, I ask about the list of Kelsy’s favorite, ideal dates, her likes and dislikes and of course, subtly ask if she’s mentioned anything about me since last night.

After giving a long thought (and countless back and forth text with Kelsy’s friend), I finally muster up the courage and ask her out. “I hope this isn’t last minute but are you free tomorrow? 12pm at the Mojo cafe in town?” Her instant yes indicates as a good sign, the rest of my day fly by and our second date comes in no time.

Pacing outside the cafe with my head down on the phone and re-reading the list of Kelsy’s preference on men is clearly not calming me down nor does the occasional scan on the premises for my date to show up. Confidence- I totally have that! Sense of humor- she laughed at my joke at dinner, didn’t she? Chemistry- we kissed, we agreed on a next date pretty soon so that’s checked too? Puzzled at my own nervousness, the gentle tap on my shoulder and bright smile have my heart stopped for a second.

Kelsy’s POV

This is how it all begins or at least how my memory serves it:

Friend: You’re a magnet for those "I just wanna have fun", you know that?

Me: I must have it TATTOOED on my head but then nothing’s wrong with wanting to have fun.

Friend: A blind date would be perfect! Better than that random dude you were chatting to for weeks

Me: Oh so blind date is not random? 

Friend: No, I know the guy

Me: For how long?

Friend: A week

Me: Seriously? 

Friend: Hey your jerk just wants sex

Me: And your blind date doesn’t?

Friend: He seems too timid

Me: And I look shy but hey I have sex! Your point being!?!?!

And now here I stand in the middle of town, internally screaming at my phone screen and the urge to struggle my nosy friend is so real, I’d taste blood from biting my bottom lip.

Sweat and nerves have not calmed by my third glass of water, rubbing the back of my neck apologetically it's one sorry after another for being late, work is always a first priority and in my line of work everything is urgent, everyone is in a rush.

When a girl I'd met only a week said to set me up on a blind date during her semi druken state over casual drinks through a friend or some cousin of hers, I had not for a second believed any of this ideal woman for me whom she described in simplified terminology as "perfect". Such thing does not exist though curious by her word, I jokingly agree in confidence that it would not happen yet here I sit and face the lady across the table in one of the most popular restaurant in town, wondering what I should and should not say on a first blind date.

After another 5 minutes of awkward silence and occasional glances, a young blonde has come to our rescue and takes care of our meal of the evening. Sigh of relief escape both our lips and we share a laugh at how pathetic we are, in such state- even for our age, this is a little embarrassing. Breaking the ice with a brief introduction of ourselves and background, my date cuts to the chase and fires away the usuals- my job, hobbies, where I live, where I'm from and the dejavu of being screened and interviewed like luggage at airport, I try hard to focus and not give in to the boredom or exhaustion that's slowly creeping under my skin.

"I'm a legal secretary." And so the cycle begins, the expected eyes widen, brows raised or gasps are surprisingly nowhere to be found on her face. She remains fascinated or so she seems for the next 45 minutes, chatting, eating, drinking and enjoying my company until dessert is served and shared.

"I'm not sure how this goes...." The rest of... is this where I hug you and exchange numbers then go home and wonder if it's too soon to call or do I walk you back to your place.. is safely locked away as if she's read my mind and asks if I'd walk her to her apartment which is around 20 minutes away. Once we're outside the building, I couldn't seem to turn away. "I... It's nice meeting you, Kelsy. I had a great time."

Hiyori’s POV

“He’s an idiot for leaving you here.”

No, he’s not! It’s has been little more than two hours plus the longest bubble bath in history yet I still haven’t quite gotten over a comment I should easily ignore from a client I despise enough to ask for a switch in project so I shall no longer see him again.

Five good months pass by peacefully or let’s say as peaceful as Maiya and Shun could manage now that he’s the rising star across Asia with a hot doctor girlfriend. The healing process for Hiro turns out shorter than expected, whist I spend half my week at home and half at his to babysit and being spoiled during the honeymoon phase of a new relationship that doesn’t last.

Convincing Hiro to withdraw the request of transfer and hours cut isn’t hard, he loves his job and I do not want to be the person who stands in the way so I shouldn’t be upset when a client comment about our decision of having Hiro aboard and maintain this long distance relationship. He’s out there saving lives, doing good and creating a better world. I would have done the same if someone offers me a job that would not only advance my career but also self growth and exploration along with helping others. I would not turn it down for a guy no matter how much I love him… would I?

Quit the negativity and insecurity already, Hiyori! Don’t be a drag, Hiro is off to another side of the world knowing that we could do this, he has faith in us. And even he may meet fellow doctors on the field who would be just as smart, passionate and incredibly attractive, he would not waver, not even for a little.

The glowing blue light cast a rather dull and pathetic reflection from my window as I stare blankly at the screen, waiting for a reply after those blue ticks. The curse of knowing your message is read yet to be replied to is just as taunting, no matter the gender.

The temptation to reply is enticing although my better judgement (tiredness) has sent me to the land of dream where I could at least see Hiro for a little longer than a 5-10 minutes skype calls once in awhile. Waking up to his cute teddy bear selfie puts a smile on my face though it doesn’t last when my mother calls next and carry on a dreadful conversation of 30 minutes to ensure my attendance at her birthday party. 

Another hectic day in the office with an unexpected soon or later reunion request from a high school that I’ve worked with not so long ago, going down on memory lane where I’ve had the pleasure to meet Mr. Kagai whom later invited me to a gallery show. The universe must be having so much fun with my love life, throwing men at me while I constantly run away from the one my heart points towards until he’s finally won me over but then fly half way across the world to fulfill his dreams and duty.  

Meeting with Mr. Kagai set next week at his school and the dresses mum has chosen and sent over now lying on my bed, waiting for me to make a decision as if it even matters. She is going to be the star of the night, why does it matter what I wear or how glamorous I look. Sigh escaped and palms rubbing my face follow by setting up a reminder for the party I am not exactly looking forward to, I text Shun to see if he and my little sister would be going. If I were to be bored or embarrassed to death, at least the charmed duo would take the spot light off me.

Days fly by and standing like a lost puppy under a tent while the guests arrive and my mother smiles suddenly look genie for once under the blazing sunlight. Whoever’s idea to have this party outdoor is brilliant, it feels warm, causal yet still classy. Nothing like my mother but hey, still a good idea. 

Slow motion playing in front of my eyes for all I see is Hiyori Mukai, a girl I’ve left behind over career advancement; a girl who no one else has ever come close to competing; a girl I would do anything just to be with her again. The heavy guilt weighing over me makes this neither positive nor negative situation harder to progress, should I make the first move? Would she turn and run if I do?

Heart racing as I quietly watch her, no words to describe how I feel, my glimmer of sunshine so close yet so far, hesitating at the distance I’m resopnsiblie for creating and the fear to admit that we may have lost one another more than we would like to admit. Deep breath and cheeks slightly flushed, it’s the tuck on my elbow to see I’m being pulled over towards her.

"Come on now, don’t be a stranger you two!" Of course the former Mrs. Mukai would do the honor of awkward introduction, "Haru is recently back to the country, Hiyo. It’s been too long, you two should catch up."

The wink and squeeze on my butt brings back memory but best of all, it eases our tension as I see a gentle smile breaking across her perfect profile. "God, you’re just as beautiful as ever." Both of us caught off guard at a comment which I should’ve kept to myself than saying out loud, my whisper of sorry which goes a long way. "I... I’ve missed you."

Hiyori’s POV

“He’s an idiot for leaving you here.”

No, he’s not! It’s has been little more than two hours plus the longest bubble bath in history yet I still haven’t quite gotten over a comment I should easily ignore from a client I despise enough to ask for a switch in project so I shall no longer see him again.

Five good months pass by peacefully or let’s say as peaceful as Maiya and Shun could manage now that he’s the rising star across Asia with a hot doctor girlfriend. The healing process for Hiro turns out shorter than expected, whist I spend half my week at home and half at his to babysit and being spoiled during the honeymoon phase of a new relationship that doesn’t last.

Convincing Hiro to withdraw the request of transfer and hours cut isn’t hard, he loves his job and I do not want to be the person who stands in the way so I shouldn’t be upset when a client comment about our decision of having Hiro aboard and maintain this long distance relationship. He’s out there saving lives, doing good and creating a better world. I would have done the same if someone offers me a job that would not only advance my career but also self growth and exploration along with helping others. I would not turn it down for a guy no matter how much I love him… would I?

Quit the negativity and insecurity already, Hiyori! Don’t be a drag, Hiro is off to another side of the world knowing that we could do this, he has faith in us. And even he may meet fellow doctors on the field who would be just as smart, passionate and incredibly attractive, he would not waver, not even for a little.

The glowing blue light cast a rather dull and pathetic reflection from my window as I stare blankly at the screen, waiting for a reply after those blue ticks. The curse of knowing your message is read yet to be replied to is just as taunting, no matter the gender.