Updates + THE CHOICE [Nicholas Sparks] Overview

~Hanamuke no Merodii,

Hi. It’s been a while since I’ve written on ya. I just want to say that being on vacation is a blast! Half truth, half lie. Haha. But what matters most is that I got my much needed rest. It was way too quiet in the province than in the city. But I still felt the holidays and the yuletide season. And now? It’s gone.. XD Back to reality… Aaaargh.

Meanwhile, Aston Villa, Sevilla, and Fiorentina remained at the top four of their respective leagues! ^^ (all 4th to be precise, haha) However, I really hope that Ashley Young won’t go to Real Madrid. I also hope that Tottenham, Schalke, Werder Bremen, and Roma all move a little higher in their respective league tables.

In the NBA, the Atlanta Hawks and the New Orleans Hornets are doing quite well in their respective conferences. Mike Bibby has somehow retained his Sacramento days while Chris Paul is still IMO the best PG in the league right now.

I also played Personal 2: Eternal Punishment the whole vacation long. Haha. It’s actually a good PS1 RPG game that is as enjoyable as Suikoden II. I really recommend it to all gamers and RPG enthusiasts. In line with this, I will soon watch Persona [anime].

As for anime, I will ASAP catch up with Clannad: After Story, Chaos;Head, and Ef: A Tale of Melodies. I will also watch Perfect Blue and Paranoia Agent. Argh so many things to watch with so little free time at hand. XD

As for my novel, I will continue writing it, but not as dedicated as before. I will update chapters indefinitely now, because of my hectic schedule. XD Probably a chapter a week, at most 2 or 3. It depends upon the situation really. At least for now, Lonely Road has already reached 16 chapters. I’m very happy for that. ^^

I bought myself the best Christmas present to myself this yuletide season – a new keyboard! ^^ It’s absolutely wonderful and I like it. Though it’s just Casio, I still love it. ^^ I can finally finish playing One More Time, One More Chance and Your Hand in Mine. I think I’ll finish River Flows in You as well. ^^ Yeah! Good luck to me!

Also, I’m still waiting for the next releases of Jyukai and/or Aimmy. ^^ Sigh.. Manami has such a wonderful voice. I just don’t get tired listening to her the whole day!

OMG. She's so beautiful... ^^

OMG. She's so beautiful... ^^

The Choice – Nicholas Sparks

A wonderful, heart-melting, touching story written yet again by Nicholas Sparks. In case you don’t know him, he is the writer of Message in A Bottle, The Notebook, and A Walk to Remember – all played in major motion pictures. It answers the ultimate question of “How far would you go in the name of love.”

A story about young love but adult persons, I never thought that I’d enjoy reading it. At first, I thought it was just a plain story-telling adventure of a man in search of love. But as the chapters progress, it amazes me more and more. And I mean, more! It is unbelievably, wonderfully told! Really a page-turner. I couldn’t imagine I could shed a tear by reading a book.

I recommend it to people of all ages. ^^

Merry Christmas!

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Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Only a week from now and we’ll be celebrating the birth of Christ. Cheers to all! The day that we’ve been waiting for is finally here. However, 364 days we have waited; 24 hours it will last. ><

In lieu of this, my blogs will be undergoing its much needed rest as well (~Hanamuke no Merodii, Lonely Road) for about two weeks.

As I return back here on January 4, 2009 (weeee, a new year!), I will review the book that I will read + chapter updates of Lonely Road.

Enjoy the holidays! =)

P.S. Listen to the song Winter Song by Jyukai. Obviously, the theme is Christmas. Really cute. ^^

Plus! Here’s a Christmas Emotion for all of you, especially made by the NBA. Enjoy! ^^

The Glove and C-Webb on Nene's dunk on Yao

The Glove and C-Webb on Nene's dunk on Yao

Is it THAT nasty? XD

[Random]

Weee. I’ve already reached the 10th chapter of my novel. I’m overwhelmed. Thanks to those who are reading that and anticipating every chapter. ^^ In case you haven’t read it yet, then why don’t you check it out. CLICK HERE to read my on-going novel. ^^

Meanwhile, I’m searching for the MP3s of Yamazaki Masayoshi’s Hachigatsu no Christmas and Zenbu Kimidatta. Please, if anyone have them, or knows where I can download them – I’m begging you, where can I find one. I super love those songs! ^^ I neeeeeeeeeeeed to have it……!!!! AAAAAAAARgh.. Thanks in advance! ^^

Meanwhile, SV Werder Bremen haven’t won a game yet in UCL! That’s nuts. Not even against Panathinaikos, nor Anorthosis Famagusta. This is insane! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Why can’t they win. T-T Even AC Fiorentina can’t win. Waaaahh. Noooo. T-T Luckily though, Aston Villa FC and Sevilla FC are winning in the UEFA Cup. ^^ Yey, congratulations to them.

I haven’t got the chance to watch NBA now that’s why I didn’t join any fantasy games. Haha.

And another thing..

I

MISS

YOU

MORE. . .

You know who you are…

Lonely Road Chapter 6

Chapter VI. Enigma

I got it. I knew how! He was poisoned by too much carbon dioxide from dry ice. That explains it. Why haven’t I thought of that earlier? More importantly, what does it have to do with them? Carbon dioxide? Death? I wonder. I am in a very confused state right now. Is it really normal for a teenager like me to experience all these? How can I handle it? Moreover, will I survive this treacherous chain of mishaps. And with all these things puzzling in my mind, I put myself to sleep. Oh namida, I know you couldn’t stop.

Later that morning, the sun’s rays are the first sight in my sleepy eyes. Am I late? No. I may just make it in time. I wonder what happened to Patty? I’m going to ask her as soon as I land my feet on that room.

Room 103. I get this usual feeling of the number of students within this area. But somehow, I feel different. Something feels hollow. The depth of this room is missing something. Oh no! Patty’s not here. Yet? But it’s about time. That’s strange. She usually comes to school about 20 minutes before our first class.

Argh. This is torture. The next thing you know it, I may be dead. Why do this to me? Where is she? She ain’t coming to school?

“Ivan, have you seen Patty? You go to school together right?”

“She told me she can’t attend class today. She had a migraine and she’s not feeling well. And oh, she wants to tell you that she’s sorry she left you without a word yesterday. She said something just came up. I wonder what that is?”

“Oh okay, thanks. I hope she gets well soon.”

Something came up? Is the headache of any truth, or is it just a wall to cover up that something that just came up? This is really frustrating. I want to explode right now! Not only my heart is being crushed by that invisible hand, but also my whole self! This is too much to handle. I can only absorb so much pain. I am human after all.

Ten minute break before music class. I wasted eight hours of my life. I did not learn anything from any of the lecturers. Just as Ms. Mia said yesterday, I may be physically present but my thoughts are without a doubt remote from this institution. How is Patty doing? Is it my fault? I’ve never called to anyone recently, especially to a girl. But this time, I’m gonna break that trend. I will apologize. This is all because of me. I shouldn’t have involved her in this mess. I can handle this myself… Myself… Me. Alone. Can I really?…  Handle it myself?

Phone rings. Phone rings a second time. Beep sound. Somebody answered my call.

“Hello? Is it you Eric? I’m sorry yesterday I left without any notice. I promise I won’t do it again. Something just happened, like an emergency.”

Like an emergency? As in similar to? What other event is similar to emergency other than emergency itself? She’s saying strange stuff lately. There must be a compelling reason for her not to attend class today. I remember one time when she also had a headache,

“Patty, you should go home now or you might faint.”

“Oh this is nothing. Just a little sleep later and I’ll be okay.”

But I did not listen to her. I brought some medicine for her from the school clinic and luckily, she took it. That made her feel better, I can tell from her smile. If not for my persistence, she’d still be studying until she drops on the ground. And then this? You did not go to school because of a headache? That’s not much of a reason for you not to attend class.

“Oh don’t worry about that. I’m more worried about you. Ivan told me you had a terrible headache? Are you okay? I hope it’s not that bad.”

“Oh I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I’m just a little stressed maybe. That’s very nice of you.”

“Naturally. You are my friend. Get well soon okay? I’ll hang up now, it’s almost our music class. See you tomorrow Patty. I’m sorry for the incident yesterday.”

“Oh don’t mind that. Listen well to Ms. Mia, Eric”

“Sure, bye.” You are my friend Patty. Ever since I met you, I had this feeling that we would be close. But for a closeness to reach this level of attachment at such a short period of time is quite something. Is it because I’ve changed already? Or is it because of Patty’s personality? Whatever the reason is, I’m really grateful. At least, something is still positive in this damned life of mine.

The music class ended like a breeze. That must have been the fastest lecture she had finished since she was appointed as our new teacher. I used the extra time to think things over. I went to the nipa hut again – the perfect place to be alone. Patty, thanks for bringing me here once. I liked it here. I loved it here. It is only here I felt like being home away from home. It would have been better if you’re here.

Climb. Sit. The open window. Ahh. What a lovely sight. The burning sun in a bright tangerine sky sinking in the horizon. Come to think of it, that’s all what the sun ever does. Rise and then fall. Since it was born billions of years ago, its only purpose has always been to give out energy and light and that’s it – the job’s done. It even has its own time to rest. Oh sun, if you could only feel this wretched heart of mine, then you wouldn’t shine those powerful rays on my life anymore.

These are the times I feel like being lonely. This is just normal. This scenario sets up the perfect mood of desolation and sorrow. I believe that the default emotion of every human being is loneliness. While there is nothing to be happy about, then one is definitely sad. But for me, I’m more than downhearted at the moment. This is the very definition of calamity, of disaster, of tragedy.

Tap. Tap. Tap. What’s that? Footsteps? Somebody’s approaching? But that’s impossible. Somebody else is visiting this collapsing shack aside from us?

So I stood up and checked outside. The moment I reached the door, someone immediately went in. We almost bumped to each other.

What? The melody of fate. Na.. Namie? What are you doing here? Do you also regularly visit here?

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought nobody’s in here. Sincerest apologies. I’m gonna go now.”

“Wait! It’s okay. I’m about to go home anyway. You can stay here.”

“Oh please don’t mind it. You came in first anyway. Besides, I think somebody’s looking for me now. Well then, so long.”

“Uhm, okay.”

Another improbable scene in Eric’s wonderful, twisted life. The melody of fate continues to turn. This is unbelievable. I can’t believe such a thing really happened. I stood there, face to face with the girl in my dreams. Take note that she is the girl in my dreams and not the girl of my dreams. I believe there is a huge difference between the two.

Oh wait, that’s the best chance I had to ask her my questions. Damn, I missed the chance again. But she may be not that far yet. I can still chase her.

Run. Run. What? She disappeared in the crowd again. I should have seen this coming. I guess I’ll just include these events in my train of thoughts. Let me just go back to that old place and think things over one more time.

“Hey you, over there. It’s almost six. Go home now”, uttered the pesky guard. What an annoying voice.

“Erm. Fine.”

Dinner. TV. Pray. I hope everything goes well tomorrow. I will not ask Patty so many questions at this point. She might get sick again. That’s right. That’s probably the best thing to do.

Pray more. Oh God, save me.

Pray one last time. Sleep. Twilight rain.

Morning. I did not dream of anything last night. They say dreams last from about five to 20 minutes. It’s a good thing I haven’t got even a single second last night. That way, I can’t think of anything out of the box yet again. Oh right, Patty. I hope she goes to school today. If not, I’m gonna be forced to visit her at her house. I don’t know. Is it because… I missed her?

Room 103. There! Patty’s in her chair again. At last. Whew. God, thank you.

“Uhm, Patty. Are you feeling well now? You sure you’re not forcing yourself?”

“Oh hey, Eric. Yeah, I feel a lot better now. Thanks to you.”

“Eh? Me? But it is I who must’ve caused your illness. I’m glad you feel a lot better now.  And by the way, I figured the answer to your question the other day. The man was killed by Carbon dioxide poisoning, right? Before the two even entered the room, the trap was already set with a lot of dry ice probably underneath the table. The very low temperature is unnoticed because of the air-conditioner. The student also went for the back row, which has the highest altitude inside the room so she won’t inhale the carbon dioxide from the dry ice. Carbon dioxide is a lot heavier than Hydrogen, Nitrogen, or even Oxygen so it would settle at the bottom, and thus, intoxicating the teacher. Right?”

“You’re brilliant Eric. The window was left open to evaporize the excess dry ice and for the remaining gas to escape as soon as the murderer exits the room. Carbon dioxide is odorless and colorless, so it would not be noticed even if it’s present in large amounts.”

“It took me a long time to answer that. Another thing. What was that question for? Does it have something to do with me? Or with Namie?”

“I told you Eric, Carbon dioxide is odorless and colorless, so it’s not noticeable. You may not notice it at first but with continuous exposure to it, one might die because of intoxication.”

“I don’t like the sound of that Patty. You’re scaring me. You mean that Namie is that some sort of thing?  That the teacher’s fate in that story will be my fate as well if this continuous?”

“No Eric. No…”

This is the first time I saw Patty shed a tear. And then she started crying. What have I done? I feel terrible. I thought I’m here to cheer her up.

“Eric. It is I who may suffer that fate…”

What? You? How could that be?

Lonely Road Chapter V

Chapter V. Endeavor

Time stops. What’s happening? Nobody’s moving. All I can see is her. What an angelic, lovely face. Heart beats. Heart beats even faster. I can feel my face turning red. Am I stunned? I can’t get my eyes off her. I’m gonna force my way out of this. Focus. Snap. Ahhh. There.

Turn around. Sigh. Inhale. Exhale. Sweat drops. What in the world happened there? Such a wonderful sight. Small, glittering eyes full of glee and a smile that has captured this fragile heart. Astonishing. I almost fell on my knees by amazement, by wonder, by splendor.

How come I haven’t seen her before? What the heck am I feeling right now? I want to know her. No. I need to know her. Turns around again. She’s gone already? Runs to the lobby. Nobody in sight. Whew. That was fast. Tomorrow is probably a good time to know her. I’ll just call it a day for now.

Day breaks. Night swings. Dusk. Morning. Today is the day I will finally get to know who she really is and why she’s been lurking in my consciousness. Today is the day to overthrow this pride and this fear. Time to open my senses, as Patty told me. Now, I’m really looking forward Music class, or shall I say, Students-Must-Turn-To-Human-Beings Class by that Ms. Know-It-All Mia. Argh. Anyway, let’s not get too distracted by her, she’s not my main goal of the day. The objective is to learn about that mystery person and  what she means to me.

School. Wander. Wonder. How do you approach this situation? I know myself and as soon as I get to that moment, I instantaneously freeze. I need someone to help me. Right. Patty. Maybe I could use a little help. I’ll just tell her that she’s the cause of my pain. My  misery. This never-ending suffering. Emotional discontentment. Argh. What am I saying?

Quarter ’til five. It’s almost the class I’ve been waiting for. The stage is set. Showtime.

Sit. I can feel the number of people in this hall again. There is an amazing number of students inside. Noise intensity level is reaching the 50 dB mark. Or am I exaggerating? This is so annoying. Oh wait. The girl. Look left. Look right. Front row. Back row. Front door entrance. Back door entrance. She’s not here? How could that be?

I sit here beside Patty, Ivan, and Francis. Teacher arrives. Oh Ms. Mia. What’s in store for us now?

Oh. That’s her! That girl. She’s just late but she’s here again. Wait. How come the world is moving so slowly. This is tragedy. What’s in her that’s making me feel all these phenomena? Heart beats. Heart beats even faster. She sits at the front row, second column from the left. She’s probably with her classmates and her friends. How will I approach her? Wait, what am I going to ask of her in the first place?

I thought, “I’m Eric. Why are you appearing in my dreams?” Laugh. That’s the most ridiculous introduction I’ve ever heard in my life. Now I’m in deep trouble again. What am I to say?

“Hey Eric, what’s bothering you? You don’t seem to be paying attention to our class? I can tell you’ve been thinking something deep enough to hide it from me. What is it? I can help and I will help”, Patty asks as she probably notices my troubles.

“Thanks. Very well then. You see…”

I told her the whole story. She is somewhat intrigued, I can tell by her face. But that interest is somewhat different. I don’t see the usual Patty’s smiling face and encouraging voice that I once heard before. She is rather lowly, disappointed to some extent. One moment she’s up, and now she’s down. I wonder what effect had my story on her? I’m the one that should be affected here.

“I’m not sure if she’s the one from before, but I will ask you a question first Eric. If you do manage to answer this question, then I will answer your question as well.”

“Question? But why? I mean, okay, go ahead.”

“A student attracts a teacher in a school so that the two can have a one-on-one talk inside a room. The student brought the teacher inside an air-conditioned classroom wherein every row is elevated and higher than the row in front of it. As the two enters the room, the student walks towards the backrow without saying anything, while the teacher remained at the teacher’s desk at the classroom. The student asked the teacher a lot of questions and then moments later, the teacher was dead. As investigation crew arrives, the  only mark that can be seen near the body are some drops of liquid and that the windows are open now. There was also no sign of struggle from the teacher’s body nor a sudden attack of any medical condition. That’s why the investigator immediately concluded that it was, without a doubt a murder. Now, how did the investigator know it was a murder? How did the murderer did it?”

“Huh? Well, uhm, wait. Let me think about it.”

That’s crazy. Where in the world did that question came from? And what does that question have to do with her? Or me? Or both of us, or maybe all of us? But most importantly, how did that person die? Hmmm. I like this type of puzzles but this one’s harder than I thought.

“Okay fine Eric. You don’t need to answer the question, but sometimes, it might be too risky adventuring the unknown. The risks are really demanding, but the stakes could be great; but this one’s different. Her name is Namie. She’s been a good friend of mine. We were best of friends from first grade even up to seventh. I can even remember sharing my lunch with her while she tells me a story. She had new stories to tell every day of the week, and I would usually love those stories.”

“Ah, so you know her after all. Then maybe you can help me solve my problem and even possibly, introduce me to her”, I requested with a smile.

But she hesitated. She looked in all directions – the window pane, the teacher, in her notebook – in all directions, except in my eyes. Then,

“I’ll go outside for a while”, she told me as she stood up and went for the door.

Huh? Something is definitely wrong here. If she is a friend, then why is she avoiding her like this? What could have happened between them? This is great. Another problem has shown up. But now, at least I know her name. Namie.

For the meantime, I’ll just look at Namie and… Wait. One moment she’s here, and now she’s gone again? Oh no. Could it be that… If my acumen is right, then… I have to find them fast! I’m gonna go out now.

“Where do you think you’re going, Mr. Eric Dinnan? Isn’t it class hours at this moment and aren’t I discussing here?”

“But mam, you see…”

“Yes. I can see clearly even with this glasses and what my eyes tell me is that you’re standing up and planning to excuse yourself from this class – in which case I will not let you. So just sit again and listen – this might be for your own good.”

This is absurd. I want to scream but I definitely can’t. What’s happening out there? Problems compound problems. And they say high school is the best period in one’s life? If that’s the case, then I am at the wrong end of fate. How could this be happening? Am I the conjurer of raw deal?

“Mr. Eric Dinnan. It seems to me that your presence is separated from your physical being at the moment. Where is your attention being diverted at?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. Now listen intentfully.”

Blah! Such a loser. Listen, listen, listen.

End of class. It’s now finally time to look for them.

Ten minutes later, I ended up not finding any one of them. Where did they go? I had a really bad feeling about this. I always had a good premonition, but why didn’t I see this coming? Oh man. Where are they? Patty’s not answering my calls. I am at fault here that’s why I’m gonna take full responsibility of her. I hope she’s just fine. Both of them.

Well, let’s just call it a day today. I’ll just apologize to Patty the first thing in the morning tomorrow.

I wonder how was that person killed from Patty’s question. That’s a really weird question to ask at that situation…

Oh, wait. Elevated, air-conditioned classroom? Drops of liquid? Open window? I got it. I knew how!

Lonely Road Chapter 4

Chapter IV. Upsurge

Since then, nothing much has changed. The usual things arrive at a familiar time and place. There are times when my eyes first catch the morning light, it would either be the sun or my room’s incandescent bulb. How many more times do I have to tell my mother that fluorescent lamp is more economical before we got our lights replaced? The sun. The clouds. The rain. The infinite kingdom of the sky before us. We are but tiny creatures following the track of  Mother Nature. What we do is definitely according to what she wills.

As I go to school, everything will be just as it was 7 days ago when I first met Patty – except for one thing. Our Music class, which was originally scheduled 11 in the morning until 12 noon, will have its schedule changed and I have no idea why.

Entrance. Backdoor, Room 103.

“Patty, do you have any idea why our Music class will be moved?”

“What, you don’t know Eric? Oh. It seems that you are so preoccupied with your problem. Take time to breathe. We’ll get to the end of that. Just chill for a while.”

“Oh sorry. Thanks for the advice.”

“Anyway, you see Eric, our teacher in Music class got into a terrible accident – and that  has been the cause of her death.”

“Death? You mean, Mrs. Irene is dead? But how can that be?”

“How can that be? You see Eric, we don’t fully own our lives nor our body. When our time comes, we have no other choice but to abide by it. The problem is that we don’t know when our time will come. And that is precisely why we should live our life to the fullest, as if we were to die tomorrow.”

“Yeah, life’s harsh”, I agreed on her thought, although I have other things in mind. Surely, I’m scared of dying. How could such an unforeseen circumstance happen? Is this also the work of fate? Is the fate of his child and his husband really this cruel? To love someone eternally and then one day, wake up with your loved ones in heaven already? She might have gone to a better place, but He stole her away from them.

“The problem now is that we don’t have a teacher who is willing to substitute for her, except for one who will only teach during after class hours. What you call “fate” leaves the school administration no other choice; and thus, the decision has been made. We’re gonna have our Music class in the afternoon under the new teacher, Ms. Mia. All classes will be merged to fit Ms. Mia’s lone, free schedule.”

“Oh, so that’s the story behind it. And we’ll have our first class under her later, right?”

“Right. So, feeling excited?”, she queries with a smile.

“Yes, of course.”

Patty, I’m sorry I lied. Again. The truth is, I’m anxious. The class will surely be a big one.  There will be new faces. I wonder what changes will happen. I’m not used to living in dark places – and I consider the lack of freedom and knowledge as darkness. Maybe this is what she means by using my senses. Certainly though, I’m not good at it. Weakness, cowardice, dependency, you name it. I don’t care. I don’t even know my own capabilities and  limitations.

Fifteen minutes before five in the afternoon. This multi-purpose hall has served yet another purpose – to fit in at least 200 students for our Music class – and it’s certainly doing a nice job.

Until now. Exactly five in the afternoon. The volume of people inside this room is multiplying like a bacteria in a nurtured petri dish. This is starting to get on my nerves. The noise, not to mention the behavior, has reached the limits of my patience. This is insane. Won’t there be anyone who can stop this catastrophe? Order in the court. This is a  classroom for.. anyone’s sake. It’s not like you haven’t seen each other for eternity. Geez!!

Five minutes later. Deafening silence. Wonder what happened? Somebody just entered through the front door. Could it be that she’s our new teacher? But what made the  students shut their mouths? Could it be that only her aura alone can make everyone  behave this nice? What’s with her? What’s IN her? Wait. Do I know her? Why am I looking at her this way? Have I seen her before? De ja vu? Hmmm. I really should start sleeping early again or I’ll continue having hallucinations every now and then.

“Let’s start this class with a prayer. Let us give thanks to all the blessings we have received and pray for your departed teacher.”

I’m amazed. There are only a few number of teachers I know to date that actually starts a class with a prayer. Prayer ends. Everybody sits.

“Hi, my name is Mia Aquino. Just address me by the name Ms. Mia. Since this is a huge  class, I’ll be demanding your undivided attention and not a single whisper to your  seatmate. Any questions should only be directed to me. Now for this course, it will take a  lot of hardwork for you to pass.”

Hardwork? But this is only a music class! How hard can it possibly get?

“You see, it only takes 24 hours to change an examination’s grade from F to A. But it takes  an extensive, indefinite amount of time to change a “you” to a human person. And that’s what I’ll teach you”, as she points to random students in this hall.

What in the world is she talking about? Notes, staff, sharps, flats – that is music in our language! Hello? Earth to Ms. Mia Who-ever-you-are. Are you nuts? Reality check. 1. 2. 3. Everyone else is making a commotion.

“Silence everyone. We’ll start our first class next meeting and be prepared for a short quiz. For now, I will dismiss you early. Goodbye class.”

Wow. That Ms. Mia really is something. There are no words to describe her. She’s so…  Miariffic, I guess.

Aside from me, everyone else start packing their things so they could rush home. By the time the population of the students inside the room reaches half, I saw someone four rows in front of me. It was her! The girl in my dreams! That same complexion and hair – she is, without a doubt, that girl – only a little closer. Now’s my chance to know her and this time, I won’t let this grand opportunity slip by.

As I approach closer from her back, I tend to move a little farther to the right. The result? Eh, well, I’m about two persons to the right away from her. A step. One more step. Just once more. There. Turn around. Glance.

Oh my…