Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Hey guys, this is my 100th blog~ I wanted celebrate with another fictional love story, it's a bit long so you're going to have to be patient. Cheers!
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Ring~~~!

The bell on the door chimed, a man around his early 30s wearing a neat suit, walked into a small café… the air inside the café was filled with the scent of coffee.
"Good afternoon, welcome!" a young shopkeeper greeted him with a kind smile. The man return the greeting with a nod and a smile as he walked towards the bar, sat down and said "I'll have a cup of hot mocha, thanks.
" "Alright, just wait a couple of moments" She replied while she walked behind the bar and started grinding the coffee beans with experienced hands. The man watched her with a grin on his face, seemed to like what she's doing.
"Here you go, careful, it's really hot" she placed the cup of hot mocha in front of him. He took a small sip.
"Is it your first time coming here?" she asked
"Yes" he replied
"what do you think of this café?"
"it's quite lovely, I like the atmosphere!"
"I liked it myself too, although we don't get a lot of customers, my husband and I are unwilling to close it down"
the man nodded his head in agreement, taking another sip. The two of them were quite for a while, the only noise heard was the jazz music played inside the unfilled café. The man suddenly opened his mouth, breaking the short silence, "excuse me, can I please ask you a question?"
"Sure, what's the question?" she asked curiously.
"Umm… how should I say it…" he scratched his head, looking very loss,
"before I asked the question, can I tell you a story?" the shopkeeper nodded her head, letting him continue.
"well, I used to have this girlfriend who I was really close to, close to the point that we're about to get married. Our relationship was fairly normal, no ups and downs. But I remember when I first met her; I felt this power drawing me to her, telling me she is it! I confessed to her and she accepted happily, and that's where everything started. However…"
"However? Did something happen?" she cut him off with a question. The man's face slowly fell, he paused, and then went on,
"however, I'd forgotten that behind the happiness, hides a fearsome devil. The night, one month before our engagement, she was raped by a scoundrel!"
The shopkeeper gasped with shock, finding what he said really hard to believe.
"It's all my fault! If I had insisted on taking her home that night, no of that would have happened!" he fist landed hard next to the cup, the force caused a bit of coffee to spill out onto the table.
"So is the question you're going to ask me is…" she said carefully as she wiped down the spilled coffee.
"No, it's not about that! My feelings for her won't change because of that. I still wanted to get engaged like we had planned to. Unfortunately, a night before the engagement, she hanged herself…" his tone was even, but from his face, it is easy to tell how upset and shaken he was at that time.
"No…" she covered her mouth with her hand, eyes wide.
"Luckily we found her in time, she was still breathing when we rushed her to the hospital. But because the brain endured a long time without oxygen, she went into a coma and have risks of going into vegetative state."
"Did she wake up?" the shopkeeper asked anxiously.
"Yes! She did!" he replied, "but when I went to see her, I was stopped at the door by her parents…"
"Why? How come they won't let you see her?" she cannot understand.
"They kneeled down before me and begged, that's when I knew she has lost her memory… the memories after meeting me was all gone. The doctor said it was selective amnesia, when a person receives a huge strike in his/her life, they will avoidingly hid some of their memories. Her parents begged me not to meet her for a while, they're afraid if she remembers me again she'll go back into a coma again or attempt another suicide."
"Well, I think that's being quite reasonable. Just wait until she's more stable and you'll be able to see her again!" the shopkeeper and said after listening to his words.
"But do you know how long they meant when they said a while? 10 years! I have to endure going through every day without her for 10 years! Even if I see her in the street, I can't say hi to her and can only keep walking like a stranger. Do you know how tough it is? The pain of wanting to do something so badly but you can't?"
the shop keeper waited for him to calm down a bit before he continues, "oh… it's 10 years today."
"Really? Congratulations, you've made it! You can finally go see her now" she said cheerfully.
"That's true. But it's been 10 years, my feelings for her hasn't change but what about her? What should I do if she still can't remember me even when I tell her everything? What if she's got a boyfriend now… or even married?
"That's the question I wanted to ask you…" he looked up at the young shopkeeper with nervous eyes, waiting for her to answer.
"Well," she began steadily "if you really love her so much, then it not important if she can't remember you. You can just start over again. Chase after her again and fall in love with her all over again, it wouldn't be a bad experience. Plus even if she's got a boyfriend, its fine, just snatch her away~!" she laughed.
"BUT!" her face suddenly turned serious," but if she's already married, then I suggest you give up, married couples like us hates to someone to come in the break the family up!"
"Really…?" he looked down at his cup with lonely eyes.
"Yeah, remember; don't destroy other people's family!"
Ring~~~!
The bell on the door chimed, a few university students who has just finished their classes walked in. The shopkeeper walked out of the bar to greet the new customers.
"Oh by the way," she turned around and asked "why did you wanted to ask me those questions?"
"…why… well, probably because she once said she wanted to open a café just like this after we get married"
"oh, so that's it" she said then returned back to the uni students
"but that is it… but that is it…." He mumbled to himself repeatedly, seemed to be telling himself something.
The jazz music has stopped, replaced by the chatter of the university students. The man eyed the wedding ring on the shopkeeper's finger, a drop of warm tears, quietly slid into the cup of coffee that is now cold….

YuMi