"Hello? Michelle? Everything is set then?" Timothy wondered when Michelle did not answer.
"Yeah. I'll be there."
"GREAT. See ya!" There was click, and she slowly hung up the phone.
Michelle smiled to herself, in her day dreaming mode. She was so happy to have the chance to see her beloved Timothy again. She was clicked back to reality when her watch alarm went off, warning her it was time to get to work.
* * * * *
The week passed, and the Saturday has arrived. She got up extra early that day. Michelle was quite excited, she cleaned her house before leaving. She went by to Safeway and bought a bouquet of flowers for him. She arrived at Milestones at 1:45 p.m. and found a table outside. She ordered a drink and waited for Timothy to arrive. Five minutes passed, and there he appeared before her standing tall and bold. There was something different about him that Michelle noticed right away. He looked very pale, even paler than before, and his eyes were rather sunken in, he still had his shine within them, but with pain in them. With a small silver box in his hand, he placed it in front of Michelle. With that, they embraced and held each other for some time. Then, they sat down. Michelle felt rather uncomfortable seeing him in his state.
"So...Timothy, it's been a while... I've often been thinking about you. How are you doing?" That was the first thing she said.
"Hi Michelle, I've been busy and tired. But overall, I'm fine. I came here for important business and that's what I want to talk to you about. But before we get to that topic, tell me about how you've been throughout the past years?"
Michelle wondered what he meant by important business, she did not think much about it and answered, "I've been...OK I guess. School keeps me busy. I'm going to UBC this coming September."
"GREAT, what field are you going into?"
"Music and Arts, my absolute favourite interests." Michelle smiled.
"Yeah, I remember, you were a goddess with the violin, and those paintings you owned in the museums back in Tokyo. They showed your talents and wonderful future. Will you play for me sometimes?" Timothy inquired.
"I'd be happy to."
Timothy smiled and became silent. Often times he opened his mouth as if to say something, but each time, he slowly closed it, and as if pain struck him ordering him not to say it. Michelle noticed it, and she wanted to ask, but his expression made her shrink back and just wait for him to speak. That silent lasted for what seemed like an hour. Finally, Timothy spoke up,
"Open the box, it's for you."
"Huh?" Michelle said. Timothy placed the silver box into Michelle's hands, and told her to open it.
She held the box in her hands and felt the smooth surface. With that, she took off the lid, and looked in. She gasped...
To be Con't
"Yeah. I'll be there."
"GREAT. See ya!" There was click, and she slowly hung up the phone.
Michelle smiled to herself, in her day dreaming mode. She was so happy to have the chance to see her beloved Timothy again. She was clicked back to reality when her watch alarm went off, warning her it was time to get to work.
* * * * *
The week passed, and the Saturday has arrived. She got up extra early that day. Michelle was quite excited, she cleaned her house before leaving. She went by to Safeway and bought a bouquet of flowers for him. She arrived at Milestones at 1:45 p.m. and found a table outside. She ordered a drink and waited for Timothy to arrive. Five minutes passed, and there he appeared before her standing tall and bold. There was something different about him that Michelle noticed right away. He looked very pale, even paler than before, and his eyes were rather sunken in, he still had his shine within them, but with pain in them. With a small silver box in his hand, he placed it in front of Michelle. With that, they embraced and held each other for some time. Then, they sat down. Michelle felt rather uncomfortable seeing him in his state.
"So...Timothy, it's been a while... I've often been thinking about you. How are you doing?" That was the first thing she said.
"Hi Michelle, I've been busy and tired. But overall, I'm fine. I came here for important business and that's what I want to talk to you about. But before we get to that topic, tell me about how you've been throughout the past years?"
Michelle wondered what he meant by important business, she did not think much about it and answered, "I've been...OK I guess. School keeps me busy. I'm going to UBC this coming September."
"GREAT, what field are you going into?"
"Music and Arts, my absolute favourite interests." Michelle smiled.
"Yeah, I remember, you were a goddess with the violin, and those paintings you owned in the museums back in Tokyo. They showed your talents and wonderful future. Will you play for me sometimes?" Timothy inquired.
"I'd be happy to."
Timothy smiled and became silent. Often times he opened his mouth as if to say something, but each time, he slowly closed it, and as if pain struck him ordering him not to say it. Michelle noticed it, and she wanted to ask, but his expression made her shrink back and just wait for him to speak. That silent lasted for what seemed like an hour. Finally, Timothy spoke up,
"Open the box, it's for you."
"Huh?" Michelle said. Timothy placed the silver box into Michelle's hands, and told her to open it.
She held the box in her hands and felt the smooth surface. With that, she took off the lid, and looked in. She gasped...
To be Con't