Out of Reach

Chapter 1: From Afar

A day has passed since that occurrence, still I could not come up of an answer to explain what happened to me then. And yet here she goes again, I watched her from afar. Still undeniably graceful.

What’s wrong with me?

Then an unusual idea wormed its way on my mind. Before I could really process what I was doing, my feet made its way on her direction. Gradually, she grew closer with each step I took.

Huh?

My steps halted, there, not far from me. I saw a guy approach her, she turned around and smiled at him, cheeks blossoming into a hue of pink like a sakura in season. They chatted and then later on her hand held onto his, fingers interlocked into an intimate grip as if they were on a romantic film.

I watched them leave, and me? Simply lost in the surrounding, standing still among the trees in the park.

Scoffs a laugh. “Of course”, what was I expecting? Talk to her?

“What a joke you are Wryton”, I mumbled.

Turning away but my eyes can’t help but linger on their receding figures. She looks even prettier when she smiles. My eyes reflected surprise at this sudden thought.

'How unbecoming of me'. I shook my head, hoping to free my mind of any distractions but her smiling face took ahold of my mind all day.

……………………

This happened more often than I expected, not due to coincidence. Not anymore, because I actively seek out the places she frequented, hoping to catch a glimpse of her once again.

At first I tried to deny that what I was doing was to simply understand the feeling I am getting from her. Now, just seeing her was what mattered. I don’t dare approach nor talk to her but staring from afar served to satisfy my curiousity and deep affection for her. She doesn’t know me and yet each day that went by made me feel closer and know things just from observing.

I know that she likes to order iced Americano and eat sandwich as her breakfast, chat with her friends on their usual cafe downtown, and wait by the bench in the park as evening approaches.

It’s scary how I would do this every time, just staring and nothing more. And once she waited at least half an hour, a guy would come and greet her with a peck in the cheek. Having seen it countless of times, I already know that he is her lover.

Again, I would watch them leave, whispering softly against each other.

Sighs