The valentine’s day
- My story
It’s complete night when I wake up. There is no light in the room. I sit in my favorite chair near the window, and feel as though I have slept for years. I recall I had played on-line game for a whole night yesterday. As I stepped out of the net-bar this morning, I was dazzled. It must because of the sunshine, I thought.
After a simple breakfast, I backed home and put my eyes together instantly till just now. I say to myself: “Is this your valentine’s day?” I do a self-mockery, “Without rose and chocolate, all of the Valentine’s day leaves to you is only a bed to collapse.”
I take up my cell-phone, browse on the old short message. Soon, my eyes stop at one of them. I have once read it on BBS. “There is a kind of love in the world, the one who fall in it only can stare up to the sky, full of loneliness, count the star isolatedly.” I save it in my mobile phone but never considered sending it out. Now, an unknown impulse gives me unbelievable courage. I find out his phone number with shaking hand, choose the item of sending apprehensively, after a short hesitation, it has been confirmed already. As I see the “send out successful” on the screen, I take a deep breath and my heart begins to resume a normal rhythm.
Now, I feel a little hungry, so I walk out for supper. This block is obscure, few passenger in the street, thus it seems more tranquil. The wind of the night brushes my face, makes my brain clear and calm. I look up into the sky; there is no star, and all I can see is infinite gloominess.
After the supper, I back home. At downstairs, I perceive the stair lamp have gone out sometime. I probe along the ladder step by step. At last, I arrived. I am just about to fumble the key and prepared to open the door, my cell phone rings. I take it up offhand and say: “Hello, who is speaking?” The other side reserved a moment and asks: “Who is speaking then?” Comes the familiar voice. It’s him, the one in my dreams every night. My heart throbs rapidly, the hand with the phone quivers yet. I’ve never expected his phone call on me, so I am faltered by his sound. I even forget how to speak, at that moment, the only things I can do is to shut off the phone.
My insides suddenly turn to ice as I realize that I probably missed the one and only chance to express my heart. I sit alone in the somber corridor back to my door. The phone call just now is like lightning, tear the darkness for minute, then throw me off to deeper loneliness. I reached the doorway, why didn’t I get in? And what’s going on? I will meet him tomorrow; will he recognize my voice? I can’t contemplate anymore. I’m confused entirely, and almost coming apart. Presently, what I wanna do is to banish myself from the world, from them all.
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