Author's note: I know, it's a little late to be writin about Valentines' Day, but this was written on Valentines' Day itself, just that I couldn't find the file for a really long time, ^_^. The characters in this fanfic don't have names, 'cos they were inspired by lots of anime, and also by two songs, "Scarlet" of ANC and Sakura's (from StreetFighter) theme song. Oh well, enjoy, can't say it's perfectly good, 'cos I'm no proffesional, and this was written during school hours, when one has to rush. Gomen. R&R please. ^_^
Title: It's okay...
What a clear blue sky it was. Everything seemed so beautiful on that wonderful day, on Valentines' Day. Romantic thoughts and words filled the air, and couples were soon seen on the streets walking hand in hand, or kissing on benches in the park. It was peaceful and quiet.
And in her room, ready to go for lunch, was her. She was dressed in plain clothes, the clothes she had worn to almost every place- be it tuition, for outings, to the movies...it was always the same combination of a white shirt and black or brown bermudas.
Finally, her mother called. "Sweetie, come downstairs now. We're going for lunch." She answered with a simple "Yes." and headed for the lift.
In the car, the radio DJ talked about spending the day with your loved ones, her mother talked about eating dinner with her husband...everything she heard was all about love, love, love...
"Hey, why don't all five of us go out for dinner tonight?" the girl suggested. Suddenly, the enthusiastic look on her mother's face vanished.
"Sorry, I've only reserved a table for two. Sorry."
"That's alright, Mum. I can go with the other two (her brothers). "
"Sure, that's a good idea."
Never mind, the girl thought. Let Mum and Dad have a night alone. That would be cool for them. I could always make do with my brothers.
"Hey Sweetie, could you help me send a message to your father? I'm really lousy at doing these things, so..."
"Sure."
Moving her fingers across the keypad of her mother's handphone, the girl punched in "Happy Valentines' Day, Darling!" and sent it to her father. Within a few minutes, her father called back to thank her mother, who claimed to have been taught by her to send the message to him. Forget it, the girl mumbled. They're happy, and that's good.
After a few minutes of silence, the girl's older brother called to say that he was going out for dinner with his friends and their girlfriends. "Guess you guys are really gonna have a great time, huh?" the girl commented. Her mother didn't hear her. Only a sigh was heard.
Eventually, her mother reached the block of flats where the girl's cousin was living at. "You're gonna be alright eating noddles here, right?" The girl nodded. What else could she say: She could not object and complain like a spoilt brat, her mother was in a happy mood, and she was too filial to spoil it. She could not go out with her brothers who were still in school, and her father was at home, resting.
Her cousin was not at home either. Oh forget it, she thought. Andrea's probably with her friends as well. Finishing her noodles, she waited for her mother to pick her up and send her back home- she was not feeling well and decided to skip her class.
At home, she found her father not in. Switching on the computer, she made a Valentines' Day card for her parents, and made it from her brothers and herself. She always had to include her brothers' names in whatever card she made. It was a family routine.
Soon it was in the evening. The girl had spent the whole afternoon at home, wtaching television, surfing the internet, reading books, lazing around. Suddenly, the door bell rang. It was her mother and older brother. Without even saying "hi", her mother and brother rushed to their rooms and changed into some nice clothes, and went out of the house. It happened too quickly. The girl said nothing, but returned to her room, waiting for her younger brother to return.
Soon he came back, and she asked him cheerfully. "Hey, Bro, wanna go to the usual place for dinner?"
"Sorry, gotta go. Some of my friends want to have dinner some place else. You can eat with Dad, right? Oh my gosh, look at the time, I'm late. Gotta go, sis, see ya around."
The door slammed in her face unintentionally. Silently, she whispered, "No one's at home."
Walking slowly to the kitchen, she prepared a cup of instant noodles for herself, and ate in front of the television. Thinking about the day's events, she realised there were none that happened to her. She had helped others bring happiness to others, helped them get ready for their Valentines, helped them plan reservations, helped them make cards, helped them buy gifts, but no one said "Thanks."
No one.
But she didn't mind. She was always helping everyone, anyway. She was used to it- the way everyone asked her to things, but when she asked them to help her, none were available. At times, she realised that she wanted some gratitude back, but soon that desire faded. It didn't bother her anymore- it didn't bother her that no one appreciated her help, it didn't make her angry if they did things to upset her and didn't apologise. It didn't make her feel frustrated if they took her kindness for granted. It was perfectly alright.
Perfectly alright...
As she ate her noddles, and watched someone interview couples on the streets about how they would spend Valentines' Day, she found her noddles getting salty, and her eyes getting wet...
But don't worry. She doesn't mind if you don't say "thank you.". She doesn't mind at all.
*end*
Title: It's okay...
What a clear blue sky it was. Everything seemed so beautiful on that wonderful day, on Valentines' Day. Romantic thoughts and words filled the air, and couples were soon seen on the streets walking hand in hand, or kissing on benches in the park. It was peaceful and quiet.
And in her room, ready to go for lunch, was her. She was dressed in plain clothes, the clothes she had worn to almost every place- be it tuition, for outings, to the movies...it was always the same combination of a white shirt and black or brown bermudas.
Finally, her mother called. "Sweetie, come downstairs now. We're going for lunch." She answered with a simple "Yes." and headed for the lift.
In the car, the radio DJ talked about spending the day with your loved ones, her mother talked about eating dinner with her husband...everything she heard was all about love, love, love...
"Hey, why don't all five of us go out for dinner tonight?" the girl suggested. Suddenly, the enthusiastic look on her mother's face vanished.
"Sorry, I've only reserved a table for two. Sorry."
"That's alright, Mum. I can go with the other two (her brothers). "
"Sure, that's a good idea."
Never mind, the girl thought. Let Mum and Dad have a night alone. That would be cool for them. I could always make do with my brothers.
"Hey Sweetie, could you help me send a message to your father? I'm really lousy at doing these things, so..."
"Sure."
Moving her fingers across the keypad of her mother's handphone, the girl punched in "Happy Valentines' Day, Darling!" and sent it to her father. Within a few minutes, her father called back to thank her mother, who claimed to have been taught by her to send the message to him. Forget it, the girl mumbled. They're happy, and that's good.
After a few minutes of silence, the girl's older brother called to say that he was going out for dinner with his friends and their girlfriends. "Guess you guys are really gonna have a great time, huh?" the girl commented. Her mother didn't hear her. Only a sigh was heard.
Eventually, her mother reached the block of flats where the girl's cousin was living at. "You're gonna be alright eating noddles here, right?" The girl nodded. What else could she say: She could not object and complain like a spoilt brat, her mother was in a happy mood, and she was too filial to spoil it. She could not go out with her brothers who were still in school, and her father was at home, resting.
Her cousin was not at home either. Oh forget it, she thought. Andrea's probably with her friends as well. Finishing her noodles, she waited for her mother to pick her up and send her back home- she was not feeling well and decided to skip her class.
At home, she found her father not in. Switching on the computer, she made a Valentines' Day card for her parents, and made it from her brothers and herself. She always had to include her brothers' names in whatever card she made. It was a family routine.
Soon it was in the evening. The girl had spent the whole afternoon at home, wtaching television, surfing the internet, reading books, lazing around. Suddenly, the door bell rang. It was her mother and older brother. Without even saying "hi", her mother and brother rushed to their rooms and changed into some nice clothes, and went out of the house. It happened too quickly. The girl said nothing, but returned to her room, waiting for her younger brother to return.
Soon he came back, and she asked him cheerfully. "Hey, Bro, wanna go to the usual place for dinner?"
"Sorry, gotta go. Some of my friends want to have dinner some place else. You can eat with Dad, right? Oh my gosh, look at the time, I'm late. Gotta go, sis, see ya around."
The door slammed in her face unintentionally. Silently, she whispered, "No one's at home."
Walking slowly to the kitchen, she prepared a cup of instant noodles for herself, and ate in front of the television. Thinking about the day's events, she realised there were none that happened to her. She had helped others bring happiness to others, helped them get ready for their Valentines, helped them plan reservations, helped them make cards, helped them buy gifts, but no one said "Thanks."
No one.
But she didn't mind. She was always helping everyone, anyway. She was used to it- the way everyone asked her to things, but when she asked them to help her, none were available. At times, she realised that she wanted some gratitude back, but soon that desire faded. It didn't bother her anymore- it didn't bother her that no one appreciated her help, it didn't make her angry if they did things to upset her and didn't apologise. It didn't make her feel frustrated if they took her kindness for granted. It was perfectly alright.
Perfectly alright...
As she ate her noddles, and watched someone interview couples on the streets about how they would spend Valentines' Day, she found her noddles getting salty, and her eyes getting wet...
But don't worry. She doesn't mind if you don't say "thank you.". She doesn't mind at all.
*end*