Part 2:
On another day. In town, there is a restaurant where few people go. It is filled with chandeliers, fancy lights and loving couples. There, the boy waits again. He wears the same black tuxedo, and has the same expectant look on his face. In his hands, is another letter.
To my dearest,
I want to see you. This
is from one who truly loves you.
A dance of bright lights,
a warm-filled place. A fancy place.
This is where you are
to me. I want to see you.
And so the boy waits. The sunrise, waiting for the restaurant to open it's doors and let him in to see his beloved. The sun rises higher, he is allowed in. Noon, it starts to fill. The boy sits and waits. Noon passes, and the sun falls some. The restaurant starts to fill. A quiet hum of voices fills the room, setting a calm tone. And yet, to him, an empath, the noise brings a burning buzz to his ears. The emotion in the air was toxic to his mind, but he would endure. A waiter comes by and asks if he would like to order. He replies, simply, I am expecting someone .The sun falls, as a sunset changes the mood of the evening. The boy waits, still. The restaurant is nearly filled now. Not once does the boy look at a clock, and he wears no watch. Early, early morning, and the restaurant is beginning to close. The door opens to let him out, but he remains in his seat, until a gust of wind places a hand on his, gently and lovingly. He gets up, says, My love, I waited to see you Tsubaki, and links arms with whom he had waited so long for. The doorman gave him a perplexed look when he exited.
