The car
started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn’t hold my
sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing
after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted
to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell
her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept
falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because
of the rain. I was cold inside.
She left, and I
didn’t get anymore of her phone calls even until today.
I know she didn’t see my tears, because they were washed away by
the rain. I left without regrets. But I’m not Chris, I’m that girl
Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left,
writing down these last words.