I'm still in the process of writing the ending, but would like some critique.
A loud racket issuing from behind rudely interrupts your day dream. Turning around in your seat, you see Keneshiro bustling about the tables, opening and closing containers, fumbling with the tea cups, all the while cursing fluently under his breath.
You’re about to address him when he suddenly jerks his head up and without warning, bolts from the room, leaving the door ajar and you alone with your thoughts. His actions remind you of the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland.
Chuckling at the thought, you use this moment of solitude to take in your surroundings. It appears to be an empty classroom of some sort though it appears that it has been quite some time since it has served in that capacity. Your eyes roam about the room, noting the kettle bubbling away and the tea set placed nearby. You also happen to notice the clock hanging on the wall, and my oh my, isn’t it a strange one.The clock, unlike other clocks, possessed no numbers on its face. Instead, they were all replaced by one single word. Tea. How strange. You move to get up to inspect it, but you hear footsteps coming from the hallway as well as a strange tapping sound. From the corner of your eye, you see a flash of purple and turn to look.
Hand-in-hand with Keneshiro is the purple-haired Hanako. Her tall, thin frame was pressed to that of Keneshiro, half hugging, half hiding behind him. However, she seems different somehow. Something was different about her and yet you can’t quite place your finger on it. You raise your hand, almost robotically, in greeting, and she replies it with a shy half-smile before turning back to Keneshiro, clearly intent on continuing their conversation. Surely things can’t possibly get any weirder, you think, but you hear a melodic voice call your name and your heart gives a jolt.
A familiar figure stands in the doorway. Lilly looks exactly as how you remembered her. Golden tresses, reflecting the evening sun, flow behind her as well as framing her beautiful, angelic face. The evening sun seemed to give Lilly an almost radiant glow, making her look like an angel.
She’s standing at the doorway, not moving, as if waiting fo- Shit. Stumbling as you get up, a few quick strides across the room and you find yourself face-to-face with Lilly, breathing in her perfume. Leading her by her hand, you guide her to a seat next to Hanako. She has a slight smile on her lips and murmurs her thanks, making your heart do flips. You silently swear that if she keeps this up, you’ll probably get a cardiac arrest pretty soon. You settle yourself into the seat opposite her as she begins to serve tea. Her fluid and graceful movements remind you of a ballerina performing on the stage. You are mesmerised as she dextrously fill four tea cups and passes them around. You take a swig of the tea, giving yourself some time to ponder the situation. To your left, Keneshiro and Hanako are happily talking to each other, completely oblivious to the world around them. You notice that they are taking turns telling each other about their day. One talks while the other just sits there, drinking it all in. You take another sip of tea to calm your nerves while wrecking your brains, trying to come up with something to say, when you feel a soft touch on your hand.
Lilly’s hand rests on top of yours. Her serene smile seems to just melt away the tension. No, there’s no need to talk. Her presence was enough.
You’re not sure how long it has been, but your thoughts are interrupted by Lilly who asks Keneshiro for the time.
‘Oh, about a quarter to Sex’
You always wondered how tea felt up your nose was any different than water. Now you know. Sputtering and coughing as you emerge from the tea cup, you barely get to reassure Lilly that you’re fine, when Keneshiro addresses Hanako.
‘However, Hanako-san, I wouldn’t mind starting early, judging from the last time when yo-‘
He is cut off by a furiously blushing Hanako who aims a kick at his legs. A few minutes later, both Keneshiro and Hanako have cleared up and are preparing to leave. As they make their way to the door, hand-in-hand, you feel a squeeze on your hand and look up at Lilly’s enquiring expression. She has left the decision up to you.
<<< The waifu
