Atobe's thoughts wandered off as he stared out his limo's window. The more he tried to remember the lesser he recalled.
Clare's existence had somehow been obscured by everything else in his life. But she still lingered in the depth of his heart grabbing onto him and not letting him go.
After all, he had been secretly hoping to see her again and keeping his promise. If it hadn't been Clair he would've gotten himself a girlfriend by now that he is so famous. All he would have to do is raise his hand and point a finger at whatever girl he has an eye on and she would be it.
He smirked.
Whatever. He thought.
His white limo came to a haut and the chauffer opened the door. Atobe stepped outside, and found himself facing a white European mansion. Surrounding the mansions, there were roses of the rarest colours, expensive-looking sculptures and fountains. All of which meant nothing to him.
Atobe headed through the double doors, his heart started racing despite himself as he searched for a face in the crowd.
Nope. No Claire. Atobe thought to himself. Not a single trace of that damn girl. Well, she wouldn't be counted as a girl now. Shame Claire. I bet you're too scared to come out because you've grown old and ugly. He smirked at his thoughts.
He straightened his tie and walked across the marble floor. Several people greeted him and he raised a hand in reply. Walking across to the white grand piano, where a girl was sitting. A girl with dark, dark black hair.
She looked out the window as the sun sent off rays, covering the trees with an orange veil. In her palms she clutched a piece of paper. Every now and then she sneaked a look at the piece of letter that was written years ago and her bottom lip started to quiver again until she her someone approach from the behind. She hurriedly hid the sheet of paper behind the half drawn curtains as she made a mind note to retrieve it later.
'Excuse me miss.' Atobe quoted from his conscience as he stopped behind the girl's back.
She turned her head to stare up at the unexpected stranger.
'Yes, how can I help you?' She said.
Atobe took a good look at the girl with hair that resembled Claire.
'Do you happen to be some relative of the Van der Spys'?' He asked.
Suddenly the girl lost interest in whoever was talking to her.
Just another one of those 'May I have your hand in marriage?' guys, what in the world did Dad say about me to all the families at the ball last year? She thought.
'No, actually, I'm just a maid of the 'Shigura' family, boucchama. Now I must get back to work or else.' She bowed as she said so and got on her feet to leave.
Few. The girl thought. Not getting into another one of those guys. Lucky I insisted on Lin to swap dresses with me, she must be drowning in the sea of guys right now.
Atobe stared blankly at the girls' back.
How stupid. He thought.
How naïve I was to mistaken some house maid to her.
He stepped towards the window, stared at the setting sun. The red, burning sun. Wherever Claire is, he thought, she must be laughing the hell out of her right now behind my back.
The girl went through the kitchen. She suddenly remembered as she put her hands into her pockets, that she had left the letter behind the curtains.
Shoot.
If anyone finds it, I'm doomed.