Watch Strap Story -- Yola Series
March 29, 2021
"I made you this," he tried to make himself sound as casual as possible, "a simple souvenir." ''Not bad," she said, fiddling with the watch strap. The night wind overheard her praise which was as frosty as the snow piled beside the road. And only those who knew how much heart and soul were put into the strap understood how unimportant he was, to her. For instance himself. He continued, "I like the Christmas tree you sent," "I told you that's for fun, and nothing more." she interrupted him before he could bring back more good old times.
Helplessness started kicking in, and he asked the girl on the other side of the window, "Will you remember me in a few years?'' "Maybe," she answered without further thinking. To her, it's nothing special, just one of his many boring questions.
"Will the snow be melted down by the sun?" he hasn't given up yet. "Yes," she agreed, "It will." That didn't happen very often but for once he finally got an answer he'd like to hear. So, with all the enthusiasm that hasn't been drained yet, he cracked a smile and insisted gently, "Should I wait for you then?"
His breath slowly condensed in that chilly night, hung in the air, and shaped one pale and feeble cloud after another, until the wind blew them away, one by one.
Sometimes silence can be deafening, while sometimes, a type of violence. At that moment it's not too hard to catch her meaning through the awkward silence.
The sands of time scratched the looking glass of her watch day after day, and the strap he made was turning to be a haggard condition. Though the snow was melted down by the spring sun time and time again, her window pane saw that tender silhouette no more.
It wasn't until years later that she realized an angel was once around her, but she failed to cherish him. She did not want the story to end, at least not end like this. This time she determined to be brave, no longer for those who gave her cold shoulders but for herself. As the sun sank into the infinite vastness, she walked into the surgent wind. That was when her once quavering eyes became pure and firm.
Yola Series, as hiding in its name Y-O-L-A, Your Once Lost Angel.