My Heart Please by Hokage3 on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

My Heart Please

Special Class

His Heart
It was a clear sunny day, so I decided to take a walk, leaving behind the assignments I have to finish before tomorrow. The day was so nice; I can’t remember the last time it rained. But there’s one memorable thing that I recollect, when I look at the skies, that rainy day when I met a girl, whom I can’t forget.

I walked and walked, without the care of where I am to go. But my feet brought me to a familiar place, the park, where I usually spend my free time. There, I saw a beautiful face, of a girl who once made my heart beat in a strange manner. I wonder, is destiny playing tricks on me? She was standing there, on the tree near the short steps. She was whispering words with tender. I was hesitant to approach her, for I have nothing to tell her, but my feelings for her. On that moment, she turned her head to my direction. Our eyes met, with surprise. And then she slowly walked towards me, and she said “Hello”. My Heart Please, don’t beat so fast, for she may notice, how nervous I am to be in front of her

She thanked me for the last time, when I walked her home on that rainy day. She smiled. Like an angel, she touched my heart again. She hugged my left arm, and started to bring me to a place, Should I go or Should I not?

Her Heart
It was a clear sunny day; it was warm, that it reminded me of how cold it was back then, that rainy afternoon, when my heart was broken. It was shivery cold, both to my body and heart, after my beloved said that he loves somebody else. With my red umbrella, I fought the breeze, and the sadness.

I walked and walked, excited to go to the park, to see that special place. To that same tree, where I once fell in love, I stood. I whispered to the tree, that I am ready to move on, and will see him as a friend and not as a lover. And then I turned my head facing the stairs. To my surprise, my eyes met his. That guy, who shared his uniform and his kindness to warm me a little. I will not forget that day. I know that I haven’t really thanked him enough for his help.

I approached him, as he stood there with a nervous look. I said “hello” and thanked him again; I hope he can still remember. When I smiled, I heard his heart beating. My Heart Please, give me courage to tell this guy, how thankful I am that he walked me home under that cold rain. I hugged his left arm, and I started to walk, bringing him to that special place. Will he go, or will he not?

Their Hearts
We walked towards the Park’s central fountain, a special place known to grant wishes of hopeful dreamers. The only thing that’s running into my mind right now is for this moment to last a little longer.