“Hallie, if your boyfriend saw that scene just now, would it cause issues between you two…” I started to say something but then held back.
“I don’t know what he would think?” It seemed she was very clear about the question I wanted to ask.
“But I think I might break up with him.” Her tone was very firm.
“That’s not what I meant, I was saying…” I tried to explain my position, but she interrupted me.
“If he really saw it, there’s no way we could continue, and I don’t want to explain today’s events too much; perhaps it can only be described as a feeling!”
I really didn’t know what she meant by feeling? In matters of love, besides feelings, there should be many more important things involved. I admit I was a bit troubled at that moment, but didn’t know how to voice it?
“Can I go to Wasteland to find you tomorrow?”
Find me? This pulled me back from my deep thoughts. I was still a bit confused about the time difference, and she was already waiting for me with her motorcycle. We didn’t speak along the way, until we reached the station, when she finally spoke to me.
“Will you come to pick me up tomorrow?” Her tone sounded a bit choked.
“Pick you up? But I… I have something to do tomorrow. So…” I had to admit I was a bit hesitant, and she interrupted me again.
“It’s okay! When can you come to pick me up? Or… let me follow you, I won’t be a bother… Don’t you want to be with me?”
Whether I want to or not isn’t something I can decide, and wanting to be with you isn’t something I can just say. In any case, I must emphasize that she already has a boyfriend, and I fulfilled my promise of being a boyfriend for a day, so I must stick to my principles.
“Alright! Tomorrow at 8:30, you take the train to Wasteland Station, I will pick you up.” Huh? Just like that, my principles were gone; in just a few seconds, I overturned the originally planned words.
“See you tomorrow then! Bye! Bye!” She rode off on her motorcycle, and seeing her leave with such joy, I felt two completely different emotions inside.
As the saying goes: “Where there are principles, there are exceptions; sticking to one’s position also depends on the situation at the time, doesn’t it?” Sitting on the train heading from Eastville to Wasteland, I kept comforting myself, trying to lessen my guilt. The train finally departed, moving at a leisurely pace, and I watched the scenery outside pass by, the words she said to me today, the events that occurred, replaying in my ears and mind like a tape on repeat.
In fact, I really did have something to do the next day. Although it was just going to watch a video with the vocational school juniors, now there was an unfamiliar girl they had never seen before, which would definitely attract a lot of gossip. I had already envisioned this situation. Of course, I also had my own set of explanations. After spending an entire night adjusting my emotions, I waited for dawn to arrive (what a long night…).
Due to not sleeping all night, I stood at the ticket collection exit of the station with two dark circles under my eyes, waiting for her to appear. Time ticked away second by second, and my heart raced along with it.
Looking at my watch, the hands pointed to 8:32. Finally, she appeared—wearing a beige sleeveless top, a 10-centimeter short skirt, and with two very cute braids, completely different from her outfit yesterday, walking up to me with a familiar smile.
“Hi! Do I look good today?” She twirled in front of me. It was the first time I saw her dressed like this, and the feminine fragrance emanating from her instantly captivated me. In that moment, my heart felt as if it were ice, completely melted.
I awkwardly nodded, indicating that I liked her outfit today, but my eyes kept sizing her up (I hope I’m not being seen as a pervert).
“Where are we going now?” The same question, but this time I answered her without hesitation.
