Return of Romantic Artists

Impossible Love 1

I pranced when he came. That girl, I haven't seen her in a long time since she broke up with—which people say—lover. He looked healthy, although the sad murat was still clearly visible on his face.

“Sstt! Quiet down!” He looked at me sharply. Ah, subconsciously I made a sound and disturbed him. For a moment, I forgot that this was a library.

I'm silent. Staring at every inch of her sweet face that is always reflected in my mind. His black hair was on his shoulder, glasses were sitting quietly on his nose, lips were thin pink, ah, he looked charming. He lowered. Staring at the lines in his blue-covered book, occasionally nodding.

I gasped when I heard someone's footsteps approaching. Shit, that guy! The gentleman who made my girl cry. Long ago. I don't know when, I don't remember. The man walked slowly to a shelf, and picked up the green-covered book. He took the book to the furthest seat from the girl. The girl gave a quick glance, I can't translate her expression at the moment. Is he happy? Or sad?

They're silent. Cut each book with a blank look. I understand the faces of people who actually read, unlike their current countenances.

The girl came again. Still in the same place as before. The back corner has always been a favorite place to immerse yourself in his books. But this time it feels different. He's not focused. He looked over again and again, like he was looking for someone. Ah, I think I know who he's looking for.

Then, this is how it happened. The man came. This time sitting a little closer than the girl, with her green-coated book. I could feel the awkwardness creeping spoiled around them. I hate this kind of atmosphere. I was ignored, not even considered.

The girl slipped her hair, fixed the location of her glasses. The man sat down agitated, allowing his seat. Me? I was just trying to get closer to my girl, stepping slowly.

“Hey, go! Don't come any closer!” As I thought, I was kicked out of it. I didn't know what was wrong until he was always rude to me. I'm upset. I'm jealous of that guy she never kicked out like this.

I walked away with a shunt step. As I moved away, the man came closer to the girl. I cursed in my heart. I looked at the man as sharp as I could, but he ignored him.

“Eh, Rik,” the man called awkwardly. The girl looked up. “Rik, I.. apologize.” He said slowly, full of fear. I hoped that the girl would yell and chase away the guy just as she snapped and kicked me out just now. However, it seems like my wish is just a strand of futility. I know he pretended to be surprised by the arrival of the Man, clearly drawn on his face that this was indeed the thing he had been waiting for. I'm upset.

The girl glanced at me for a moment, smiling faintly. “Forget that, Rik!” They looked at me, then laughed a moment.

For just a moment, the atmosphere of awkwardness between them evaporated. Replaced with laughter that melted the tension that had enveloped their existence.