The Wingman

the greates weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them


Dear Ms. Haruno Sakura,

I'm glad to meet you. You may not actually remember me but we met each other at a hospital—a clinic, I should say. You went here, if I'm not mistaken, for a consultation. I didn't assist you, so probably there's a big chance you don't remember me… but I saw you, and you beyond doubt caught me by a single glance. I may sound so cheesy, but hey… You're beautiful, what am I supposed to do? I can't ignore a beautiful girl like you—and definitely you're the most that I've ever seen.

Here's my favorite poem and I would like to share it with you. I hope you like it, as much as I loved it. It sends a great meaning so, enjoy it.

First Love

John Clare

I ne'er was struck before that hour

With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.

Hoping to be your friend,

Uzumaki Naruto

She smirked; secretly hiding 'inner Sakura' deep within, not letting a single speck of hint escape her that she was intrigued. Silently she closed the computer and went to her downy bed, resting her worn-out rear upon the gossamer sheets.

She sighed, changed into her midnight undergarment, and rested on top of it, rolling side to side thinking not so important things. Just put it this way—it was hard for her, because it was like waiting for something or someone to come, and expecting it so much to arrive.

She played her imagination and using her not so amazing photographic memory; she closed her eyes and tried her best to paint a picture of the sender who claimed him self as Uzumaki Naruto. "Who could he be?" she thought, deeply sinking into her velvety comforter, remembering the instant revelation when she arrived at that clinic, "I can't remember him…"

Whatever she did… it did not work. She simply couldn't remember that minute… or a single memory of Naruto, though she could remember a little information about the intern who assisted her, in her account — the raven haired medic. But of course, considering her poor memory she wasn't sure if that's really him, or he was the raven haired man.

Minutes passed, sleep began to take over, drowning her into a deep slumber.

--

She was running, muscles in rage — burning as she ran for her dear life. The road was empty as void, dark engulfing sadness and bitter mist covered the entire crossing. Pebble stones scattered around, making the whole running thing impossible and sharp.

She stopped, gasping for air as she looked closely behind the mists that covered the road. She tried to look closely, checking if the road was empty—it was in fact empty. But when she looked around, she further found out two more roads that could possibly make her choice go wrong…that could simply lead her to the wrong place.

Where is she going anyway?

What is this?

She looked for signs; any sign… maybe a road sign or a simple light from a light house. She wanted to know for sure which road to go to. She didn't want to be lost in any sort, so she tried to catch a glimpse of hope for salvation somewhere—but there wasn't; there wasn't any.

And why would she want to go there anyway? What if she gets lost along the way?

She asked the emptiness around her, "Where am I?"

Echoes replied, lingering softer and softer as it reverberated back to her. Her hands began to sweat; her feet began to tremble as she tried to traverse one of the roads laid in front of her. Images started to flash in a fast motion picture — glimpses of her life, came running back to her.

And then in slow motion, she was there… she found her self in a field… a flower field to be precise. The sun glistening, as the flower bed on her feet danced with the wind. There was peace, some sort of silence and warmth — it felt so real but surreal.

Where am I?

How did I get here?

She paused for a moment, recuperating from the exhausting run she made, and then took deep inhales, taking fresh air into her lungs. She exhaled continually and then again deeply breathed the air around her.

She felt something was wrong… Stinging sensation gyrated around her chest, she couldn't breathe. Slowly her gasps made it more impossible to breathe, her struggle was an effort — it was hard.

"I can't breathe," she wailed, holding her neck still struggling to catch her breath.

--

Opening her eyes to reality, she woke up breathless in awe saying, "It was a dream." She paused for a moment and then remembered her appointment for the day. She looked up at her clock, checking every minute of it; trying to chase time for her to hit the shower. "I have an appointment… Shoot!"

9:35 am

She was able to finish her morning bath. She's usually not the type of girl who comes late in an appointment, so she moved twice as fast as she could, trying no to stay behind schedule.

In the last minute attempts to prep her self, she looked at the standing mirror next to her bed, fixed her still shaggy hair and applied lip gloss on her lips.

She sighed, struggling to put the last application of make-up in her eyes, "Already 10:15?" and then shrieked as she rechecked the time, knowing she was way behind schedule.

With her high stiletto heels, she ran past the door, closed it with a bang and tried to catch the condominium's elevator.

She hurried, as she saw the elevator door slowly but almost closing up. Although it was hard to run on high heels, she dragged her self in speed, causing much more trouble than she was expecting — clumsily knocking a silent guy, also on his way to the elevator.

"I'm sorry sir," she said, picking her belongings that got out of her small purse.

"No it's okay," the man replied, helping her. "I'm the one who needs to say sorry… don't worry about it"

Unfortunately both of them missed the elevator shift… Or was it really ill-fated, or some sort of serendipity?

"God, I missed it," she said, probing over to the elevator and seeing it closed down.

"See, if it wasn't for me… you should be there inside by now," he said, still helping her, "and you wouldn't be late for your appointment or something."

She then sighed, looked at the man she accidentally bumped into and glanced over his obsidian eyes.

It was captivating, deep dark blue… almost black, mysterious in some way yet warming, accepting and gentle.

The man looked at her, as he finished picking up the last things that were piled up in the floor. "Here you go, Ma'am," he smiled.

She was captivated, drawn into his gentleness, especially when he smiled back at her. His smile; it was everything, consisting of pearly whites that looked so perfect and a little grin that could captivate anyone. Add to that the awesome, raven color of his hair and its fashionable style — the way it stands at the back and how it flows in the front. He was simply awesome and irresistible.

"Thank you," she said, loving the way he smiled back at her, keeping 'inner Sakura' veiled inside her.

For him, looking at her again for the second time, Sasuke suddenly felt his stomach sinking deeply into her beryl eyes. He began to feel shy around her. Who wouldn't be especially after writing those cheesy words in the internet? — He could die!

He felt his heart beating fast, trembling as he stared hungrily into her captivating porcelain face. That was the closest he could get to see her. They were like centimeters away from each other, and definitely that was blood-rushing.

"I'm Sakura," she said, giving her hands to the raven haired man, "Haruno Sakura."

He replied back with a handshake, addressing him self as Uchiha Sasuke.

"Nice meeting you Sasuke…" she said, standing up and waited for the returning of the elevator.

Sasuke smiled back, simply being shy around her.

Awkwardly, there was a deep silence; an impenetrable iron curtain. Both of them didn't talk nor both of them tried to. Surely, it was the effect of insufficient confidence from the both of them.

"Shoot!" Sasuke said, glancing over at his wristwatch as he learned that he was late for the appointment with Dr. Tsunade. "She's going to kill me."

The pink haired woman looked at him, "Why? What happened?"

Shaking his wrist, "No… No," he said and then pushed the button of the elevator, waiting for it to come back. "I'm just late to my appointment."

It sounded like flirting, but Sakura said, "Might as well have a companion being late then" and then winked at him continuing, "I'm actually late too you see."

Thankfully the iron curtain was shaken when the elevator door opened after a few minutes. They entered the small compartment and then pushed the button of their floor location.

Suddenly out of nowhere, while inside the elevator, Sakura again had hard time breathing. She was gasping for air, drowning into her own sickness.

"Help me," she cried, trembling on the small space, trying to gulp air into her mouth. "Help… me"

Sasuke got shocked to see her like that. Immediately he tried to help herthinking, was that the reason he went to see Dr. Tsunade?

"Don't move," he said, helping her breatheand staying close to her. "Don't worry… I'll be here," he then held her hand and calmed her,"I'll call the ambulance, just relax!"

It felt like she was going to die, like all the air inside her got out of her lungs. "Help," she said and blacked out.


Another, stinking bomb on the way. HAHAHA.just kidding. Anyway here's the second chapter of THE WINGMAN, Hey i hope you like it as much as you liked the first chapter. Do read and review by the way. and ugh...that's it.

About the poem..the author is John Clare ---thanks for the wonderufl Poem..loved it/ and ugh there!

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