Whisper of the Heart: After the Years
A/N: Hey there. I love this movie and decided to hurry and make a story of it! Thanks to my friend who showed it to me. It is dedicated to her! You know who you are. Oi, and I forgot. I DO NOT own any part of the movie. Read and Review pretty please!
Chapter Two: Surprise
Seiji opened the door. His face brightened, smiling gleefully ear to ear, He grabbed Shizuku by the waist and spun her around inside. Shizuku had tears running down her cheek between laughter. Putting her down, he smiled, and looked her up and down. They embraced in a tight hug.
"Oh, Shizuku! You look so great! I have missed you so much. I have bought and read every one of your books!" Seiji exclaimed, still clinging on to Shizuku, not wanting to let go.
"And I have learned how to play the violin, just to play to you!" Shizuku proudly replied. A dream come true.
Letting go, yet not wanting to, Shizuku looked Seiji up and down. He seems more masculine. His facial features have hardened a little, and yet still held on to its gentleness. She leaned in on him, and caressed his face with her soft hands. She puckered her lips and attempted to kiss.
Seiji pulled back and hastily said, "Uhh, erm…do you want something to drink? I have root beer, uhh, coke…?" his face was a mask of mixed emotions Shizuku could not comprehend. He went into the kitchen.
Shizuku was left hanging. Tears sprung in her eyes. Not of happiness. What was that all about? In high school he would kiss me even before he said hi. Does he…still love me?
He returned with two glasses filled to the rim with soda. He looked to her eyes and quickly turned. He pretended not to notice her wet eyes, that magnified her brown eyes with such intensity. Or her much longer, soft black hair. Or her perfectly curved body. Seiji… he warned himself.
Shizuku took the glass and took a sip of it. Somehow instead of being sweet it was oddly bitter. She sat herself on the couch along with Seiji, and put the glass down on the coffee table. She suppressed a gasp; a framed picture of Seiji and another woman was smiling up at her sat on the table.
She looked to Seiji. He was messing with something on his finger. And this time she couldn't suppress a gasp. A ring, a golden ring.
Seiji noticed her hurt stare and was about to explain when a loud knock sounded from the door.
"Oh Seiji, baby, I am home!" said a woman with a slight Italian accent.
A beautiful tall woman with long brown hair, round blue eyes, and a fashionable dress as well as shoes, emerged from the door, exactly like the woman in the picture.
Shizuku remembered screaming something at Seiji before she ran out the door. How could I hold on to that childlish hope of him still loving me? Thought Shizuku.
A/N: And it ends there for now. I will appreciate any reviews :)