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lil´angel: Thanks.
Bon: Well, every number is for something.
kitty: Thanks for your correction, and you are right, part of it is a Chinese pronoucation.
Cozboz: Oh well, I'll just keep the 0208 thing, to lazy to change, hehe.
Unicor's brother: Thanks...
icedrake: They won't explode, don't worry, but I don't think they'll admit their feelings in a short time. hehe.
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Recap: She worked, wanted to focus, but couldn't. Suddenly, she felt dizzy again. She placed her head on the table, waiting for the vertigo to leave. It didn't, her head ached, she felt like that her head was going to explode, she felt…
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~Chapter Four: Never Too Late~
Cho woke up in the middle of the night. The curtains flew in the wind. She walked into the dinning room, got herself a cup of water and drank it. She felt a bit better. Why… why do I have this bloody headache? She walked up to the draw and got out a bottle of Aspirin pills, she took out two and swallowed them.
She didn't know what was happening to her, she never had continuous headaches like this before, what was happening to her?! She sat down and closed her eyes, thinking things over and over: her family, her friends, her job, her life, things she loved, things she hated, and… Harry Potter… Harry Potter . Suddenly, she opened her eyes. Harry Potter… The-Boy-Who-Lived… the boy she loved… Harry, Ni wei shen mo bu ai wo? Wei shen mo bu ai wo? She whispered. A drop of tear ran down her pale cheek. She whipped it off quickly, she couldn't cry, not for Harry, it was be hopeless, then why do so?
Once, her friend, Penelope, had told her, "It's never too late, never too late to start, never too late to stop, never too late to love someone, never too late to…" It's never too late, right, but why would I do something that I'm 120% sure would not work, She thought. Harry, why do I have to love you, why you?
Cho wasn't a girl who would tell the boy that she loves him, but she might give him some hints. If only, if only the boy was not Harry; if only she had the courage; if only Harry loved her too; if only Harry would tell her…
She shook her head, discarding any thoughts she had about Harry. She needed to sleep, she needed to relax, she needed this bloody headache stop! But what she needed wasn't only for those physical pains to stop. She was too, a human being, she too, needed someone to talk to; she too, needed comfort; she too, needed love.
She sighed, finally, she decided to go sleep. She went to the bathroom, took a shower, and went to bed.
She sun rose, the alarm clock rang, Cho reached out her hand and tried to turn the alarm down, but the clock fell from her nerveless fingers. She took a few deep breaths, and straggled up, picked up the alarm clock and threw it on the bed.
She walked into her bathroom, turned on the cold water and covered her face with a cold towel. It made her feel better, the headache was gone, but she was still tired. She didn't want to go to work, not because that she was tired, she did so many things when she was tired, it didn't really matter to her, but there was something else, something deep in the ground yet above the air, something she couldn't explain. She wanted to stay at home, not thinking about thinking, not to worry about anything...
Just as she wondered whether she would sent a note say that she didn't feel too well or not, a face appeared in her fireplace. Of course, her tiny little apartment didn't have a fireplace, she brought one, in case that her boss needed to talk to her, or, when the thing he needed to tell her is urgent.
"Miss Chang, I just got a message for the Foreign Affairs Department, we have to get the four tax reports done and the three taxes calculated, by the end of today. I believe that you are responsible for all the stuff of the Foreign Affairs Department, bring everything, they needed to get this by tomorrow morning, you'll have to work hard. See you at work." With a small pop, the head vanished.
It took Cho a second or two to process what her boss had said, he always talked to people like that, which didn't really make Cho feel good. She knew that he is her boss, but that didn't mean he could treat her not like a person. Than again, if she wanted the job, she would have to do one thing, tolerate.
Of course, her dream of not going to work today turned into bubbles. Quickly, she got dressed, took all her unfinished tasks regarding to the Foreign Affairs Department with her, and apparated.
She got there, it was 6:30, even her boss wasn't there yet, but she didn't mind those, what she called, unimportant things. She sat down in her tiny office and started working. It was the third time she had to do this. She was responsible for the Foreign Affairs Department, it was a bit unfortunate actually, the Foreign Affairs Department seemed always change their minds. Once they wanted their taxes done two weeks before what they told her, so she, had to stay her office till four a.m. to finish the, what she called, god damned thing.
And now, she started working, furiously. People came, people gone, getting dark… Finally, she finished the seven things, all together, and sent them by the owl. She watched as it flew away. ~Sigh~ Why is life so tough. She thought. She asked her mother a question that made her mother so scared when she was four: "What's the point of living?" That was not a quetion a normal four-year-old girl would ask. Her little fairytale-world broke, when her cousin told her that there was no such a thing as 'happily ever after' when she was only three. And after that, she never put hopes into life.
But there was something, something you couldn't see, you couldn't touch, but feel, kept her alive. For more than twenty year…
A/N: What do you think? Good? Bad? Please REVIEW and tell me. Thanks.
lil´angel: Thanks.
Bon: Well, every number is for something.
kitty: Thanks for your correction, and you are right, part of it is a Chinese pronoucation.
Cozboz: Oh well, I'll just keep the 0208 thing, to lazy to change, hehe.
Unicor's brother: Thanks...
icedrake: They won't explode, don't worry, but I don't think they'll admit their feelings in a short time. hehe.
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Recap: She worked, wanted to focus, but couldn't. Suddenly, she felt dizzy again. She placed her head on the table, waiting for the vertigo to leave. It didn't, her head ached, she felt like that her head was going to explode, she felt…
~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Chapter Four: Never Too Late~
Cho woke up in the middle of the night. The curtains flew in the wind. She walked into the dinning room, got herself a cup of water and drank it. She felt a bit better. Why… why do I have this bloody headache? She walked up to the draw and got out a bottle of Aspirin pills, she took out two and swallowed them.
She didn't know what was happening to her, she never had continuous headaches like this before, what was happening to her?! She sat down and closed her eyes, thinking things over and over: her family, her friends, her job, her life, things she loved, things she hated, and… Harry Potter… Harry Potter . Suddenly, she opened her eyes. Harry Potter… The-Boy-Who-Lived… the boy she loved… Harry, Ni wei shen mo bu ai wo? Wei shen mo bu ai wo? She whispered. A drop of tear ran down her pale cheek. She whipped it off quickly, she couldn't cry, not for Harry, it was be hopeless, then why do so?
Once, her friend, Penelope, had told her, "It's never too late, never too late to start, never too late to stop, never too late to love someone, never too late to…" It's never too late, right, but why would I do something that I'm 120% sure would not work, She thought. Harry, why do I have to love you, why you?
Cho wasn't a girl who would tell the boy that she loves him, but she might give him some hints. If only, if only the boy was not Harry; if only she had the courage; if only Harry loved her too; if only Harry would tell her…
She shook her head, discarding any thoughts she had about Harry. She needed to sleep, she needed to relax, she needed this bloody headache stop! But what she needed wasn't only for those physical pains to stop. She was too, a human being, she too, needed someone to talk to; she too, needed comfort; she too, needed love.
She sighed, finally, she decided to go sleep. She went to the bathroom, took a shower, and went to bed.
She sun rose, the alarm clock rang, Cho reached out her hand and tried to turn the alarm down, but the clock fell from her nerveless fingers. She took a few deep breaths, and straggled up, picked up the alarm clock and threw it on the bed.
She walked into her bathroom, turned on the cold water and covered her face with a cold towel. It made her feel better, the headache was gone, but she was still tired. She didn't want to go to work, not because that she was tired, she did so many things when she was tired, it didn't really matter to her, but there was something else, something deep in the ground yet above the air, something she couldn't explain. She wanted to stay at home, not thinking about thinking, not to worry about anything...
Just as she wondered whether she would sent a note say that she didn't feel too well or not, a face appeared in her fireplace. Of course, her tiny little apartment didn't have a fireplace, she brought one, in case that her boss needed to talk to her, or, when the thing he needed to tell her is urgent.
"Miss Chang, I just got a message for the Foreign Affairs Department, we have to get the four tax reports done and the three taxes calculated, by the end of today. I believe that you are responsible for all the stuff of the Foreign Affairs Department, bring everything, they needed to get this by tomorrow morning, you'll have to work hard. See you at work." With a small pop, the head vanished.
It took Cho a second or two to process what her boss had said, he always talked to people like that, which didn't really make Cho feel good. She knew that he is her boss, but that didn't mean he could treat her not like a person. Than again, if she wanted the job, she would have to do one thing, tolerate.
Of course, her dream of not going to work today turned into bubbles. Quickly, she got dressed, took all her unfinished tasks regarding to the Foreign Affairs Department with her, and apparated.
She got there, it was 6:30, even her boss wasn't there yet, but she didn't mind those, what she called, unimportant things. She sat down in her tiny office and started working. It was the third time she had to do this. She was responsible for the Foreign Affairs Department, it was a bit unfortunate actually, the Foreign Affairs Department seemed always change their minds. Once they wanted their taxes done two weeks before what they told her, so she, had to stay her office till four a.m. to finish the, what she called, god damned thing.
And now, she started working, furiously. People came, people gone, getting dark… Finally, she finished the seven things, all together, and sent them by the owl. She watched as it flew away. ~Sigh~ Why is life so tough. She thought. She asked her mother a question that made her mother so scared when she was four: "What's the point of living?" That was not a quetion a normal four-year-old girl would ask. Her little fairytale-world broke, when her cousin told her that there was no such a thing as 'happily ever after' when she was only three. And after that, she never put hopes into life.
But there was something, something you couldn't see, you couldn't touch, but feel, kept her alive. For more than twenty year…
A/N: What do you think? Good? Bad? Please REVIEW and tell me. Thanks.