"I always knew looking back on the tears would make me laugh,
but I never knew looking back on the laughs would make me cry."
This story dedicated to everyone that reviewed + favourite my stories, and sent PM to me during my absence on . Thank you everyone, enjoy my little creation to show my gratitude.
*The story below is related to my story 'Cookie in train station' *
Sticky notes…..
The Shinjuku Park Tower is the second-tallest building in Shinjuku, Tokyo. It has three elements, S tower is the highest with 52 storeys while N tower is the lowest with only 41 storeys which sandwiches C tower that has 47 storeys.
Rin works on the 40th floor of C tower with her workstation facing the large panel of windows. Since her office is located at the corner lot, it is surrounded by mostly windows. Scanning her name card at the main glass door of the Shikon Marketing office, the girl makes her way to her desk.
As she sets her handbag down, her large hazelnut eyes glance over the glass window with her gaze instantly landing on this particular window of one of the offices that is located a few floors down on the S tower.
It has many sticky notes pasted on the glass, a mix of pink, green and yellow sticky sheets that forms a giant smiley. Rin smiles in relief as this particular arrangement from that office owner is one of her best medicines whenever she has a bad day.
Thank you, Sesshoumaru.
Entering the Mokomoko café nearby the Shinjuku Park Tower, Rin orders a cup of hot cappuccino and makes her way to her favorite two seated table. An arm raises up to support her chin; she stirs the drink neatly while inhaling the aroma with a satisfying smile.
She loves to stop by this place because the aroma of the coffee is able to wash away the sleepiness in her head. Ever since her first non-official date took place at this café at this particular table, she has a reason to love the place even more than before.
Running her fingers all around the edge of the round shaped cup, her eyes lazily captures people walking in and out of the café. Out of the corner of her doe eyes, she captures a very familiar man sitting by the far end corner. Her smile widens, Sesshoumaru...
Working with Mr Naraku, the owner of Shikon Marketing is a huge headache. The man is well known with his crazy work schedule and always demanding things to be ready in a short period's notice.
The swift changes in secretaries is proof enough to show just how tough it is to work with him, whom people in the office gave a nickname, Mr Tentacles. If it wasn't for the handsome salary, Rin swears she would never want to be wrapped under his poisonous tentacles.
Half past 12 in the afternoon, settling her files on the desk with one hand pressing on her abdomen, Rin breathes heavily trying to soothing the discomfort that is being caused by gastric upsets. Reaching out with the other hand, she pulls the drawer apart to grab a packet of soda crackers and starts to unpack it. Another day without a proper lunch, the girl sighs.
As she stares tiredly outside the window, a warm smile graces on her face. There's a table piled up with untouched documents behind the sticky notes smiley.
Keep smiling. The girl nods determinedly and shifts her eyes back to the monitor to continue her work.
Seven o' clock is everyone's favorite time for that is the end of the working day for most of the worker but for Rin, the long dark haired girl who loves to leave the office late, always finds herself as the last person to exit the office due to the habit of wanting to avoid the crowd at the train station.
As the clock ticked to eight thirty in the evening, Rin switches off her computer and starts to packup her belongings. She makes a quick glance over to the S tower; the sticky notes shaped smiley is not visible, the lights are not on in that office.
Sesshoumaru.... The girl whispers with a heavy heart before she tears her gaze away from the window and exits the office.
Just like usual, Rin will wait till the announcement of the last train at Shinjuku station before she boards it. That's her habit and she used to have company until six months ago but not anymore.
Three stops from Shinjuku to Yotsuya, Rin emerges from the station waving goodbyes to the train officers who are getting ready to close the station. Making her way all alone to the bus station, the girl is keeping faith that at least there is a small glimmer of hope to see someone at the stand.
Her heart would pound fast whenever her hazelnut eyes caught sight of a long haired man under the poor street lamp light but always ended up disappointed with the color of the hair.
Taking a seat on the bench, Rin rests her handbag on her lap with disappointment but that's the life she lives and she will move on with a heart of courage and hope. Straightening her back bone, the girl nods convincingly and vows to never give up.
As she hops onto the last bus that is heading to Yotsuya as the only passenger for the night, the girl chooses the seat behind the driver. With the voice of the tires screeching and the driver's whistling playing well as the background music, Rin stares out of the window during the ride home, watching the street lights moving against the speed of the vehicle that forms like a pattern in her eyes.
When the bus stops at her destination, the driver hands a packet of cookies to the girl. After a few conversations Rin reluctantly accepts the offer and hops out from the bus. Waving at the moving bus she clutches the packet of cookies tightly on her chest.
Her head hangs low; she bites her lower lips with her heart twitching in agony. Why? Why it has to be a packet of cookies? Her eyes glass over with unshed tears.
Rin is trying hard to believe the fact that Sesshoumaru, a man whom she encountered six months ago at Shinjuku train station was not merely a dream. It doesn't matter if he is not sitting at the corner of the Mokomoko café, it is fine if the documents are getting higher on his desk, it is still alright if he hasn't shown up to the office because Rin believes as long as the sticky noted shaped smiley is there, Sesshoumaru is real and exists.
Wiping her tears away, the girl drops the packet inside her bag and walks home.
The next day starts just like any other day, the bubbly happy girl wakes up early and checks in at the office early. Just as she retrieves the wallet out from the handbag, ready to smell the aroma of coffee, her gaze fixes on the S tower on the usual window that she loves to stare at.
Her jaw drops in disbelief at the view before her large doleful eyes. Tears streaming down her cheeks, fingers tightening around the wallet.
The sticky notes shaped smiley pasted on the window has disappeared.
Author note:
Hi all, am doing good. Hope everyone doing fine.
I want to let you all know, I have read all the reviews, I have seen all the favourite notifications, I have archived it and cherish all of them from the bottom of my heart.
11 years since I published my first story, wow how many decades we have in our life isn't it?
Many things have changed, but I still love writing, I envy my own creation and wish that I was still able to have that mind for writing. No matter what happens to all my existing stories, rest assured whenever I have spare time I will surely be back. Love you all! Please take care and stay safe.
#Fight Covid-19
With love,
From Jenni