A Love for Two

A story inspired by a very beautiful song by Salvador Sobral's Amar Pelos Doi

I wish to continue this if I do have the time.


A glance to the bench in front of the massive fountain yield the same scene every single time. A young man with a short blonde hair dressed in beige baggy overcoat and black pants, he always look a little fidgety. Sometimes he would read a book, and sometimes he would just stare off at the pigeons gathering around his feet, but he is always just sitting there.

But isn't he the same as well? Going to work, going home, eating, sleeping and repeat. Perhaps the weekends are kind enough to grant him some entertainment here and there to break him out of his routine life. That's why whenever his colleagues requested his presence, or maybe when some friends needed some company. He will always be there.

It's not exactly boredom that define his life. Being bored is just too simple a word to describe how he felt every day, somehow something felt missing, but nothing is amiss. He cracked his head searching for an answer, looking up at the pretty black and white bird perching on the tree, looking to the front where the unfamiliar faces passes by him and looking to the side where cars are honking at each other on the road. Perhaps.. just perhaps he might never found out why, but he guess it doesn't really matter that much. That bird was a rare sight, the unfamiliar faces are comforting, and even the honking cars are pretty funny.

What about this guy? Wang Yao would find himself thinking about it whenever he is walking down the pathway that leads him home.

Rows of trees lined the side of the pathway in an almost equal pacing, the almost deafening splashes of water doesn't sound all that loud from this distance. Wang Yao walk the same path everyday at the same timing, and the same scene still greeted him. The blonde hair man is not doing anything today, there are no books nor pigeons gathering near his feet or anywhere in fact.

Observing the man have already been inducted into his daily routine. And Yao will always look at him the moment he appear within sight. Trees that passes by his side as he walk seem to initiate a peek-a-boo session between the two of them. Now he sees him, now he don't, now he see him again, and now he don't.

'I'm so sorry!' Yao blurted out in reflex when he bump into another pedestrian. A few apologetic bow was exchanged, followed by a series of frantic pick up and Wang Yao immediately turned back to the young man to continue his routine. The space in between the trees are never that far apart, yet Yao never felt as exposed as that very moment. The young man, seemingly piqued by the commotion, looked up from the ground and at Wang Yao.

The young man's face broke into a radiant smile and he gave a little wave with his hands. Wang Yao, in his haste, gave a tiny bow and a sheepish smile in return. He quickly turned back to the front, never daring to glance back at the young man for the rest of the duration.

And so the young man broke his routine.