After the Fireworks (Rin)
Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 7:01 am
Rin rested her arms (or what was left of them, anyways, she added) on the side of her pillow.
“Good night, Hisao”
She clenched her toes.
She didn’t know how else she imagined that night ending, or how else it could have ended, or why she was even thinking about it. No, that last part wasn’t quite true, which made her uncomfortable. She was more comfortable having ideas that she couldn’t understand, to leaving things open to interpretation rather than cemented in fact. That was part of why it was so hard for her to tell when a work was finished, when the canvas couldn’t use another brush stroke…
“Good night, Hisao”
Again, she clenched her toes, they gripped the cuffs of her loose lavender pajama pants and tugged them down a bit, the elastic waistband shifted out of place and she had to wiggle her hips to get it back to where it belonged.
She sighed and turned towards the wall, closing her eyes. She wanted to think of clouds. White, fluffy, clouds, some large clouds, some small clouds—but instead she thought of fireworks. She thought of moments ago, her memory played out vividly. She didn’t listen to the fireworks—instead she listened to Hisao’s steady breathing, felt her head rise and fall, felt the warmth of his shoulder against her cheek. And she felt something else too. And when she looked up into his soft brown eyes, all she wanted was to keep that moment—
“Just awhile longer, Okay?”
She pulled closer to him, nestling her head against his shoulder… sleeping there had been easy. Even with the echoing explosions of fireworks, it felt comfortable. Being with him made her feel something different: she felt less alone.
“Good night, Hisao”
She gritted her teeth, and remembered her waiting before that moment, waiting for him to kiss her.
Well, what else was she supposed to do? Say “Hisao, I think our relationship has gotten to the point where you may kiss me now?” He hadn’t exactly given her many hints that he liked her, when she had asked him how he felt about her against his arm, all he said was that she was heavy, which, she knew was ridiculous (though that did not keep her giving the mirror a glance before she slept). She sighed again.
She wondered why he was planning on joining the art club, or why he had helped her so much with the mural. When she thought about it, she had spent most of her week with him, and they even went on what had felt like, until that last moment, a date. She tossed again, and wished, very badly, that Hisao would have said something different. But she also knew that this was part of why she found him interesting.
Patience was not easy for Rin. Her mind was always working, and she was currently thinking about four things:
1) Fireworks
2) The school rooftop
3) Hisao
4) Strawberry juice.
At the last of these thoughts, she drifted off into slumber.
“Good night, Hisao”
She clenched her toes.
She didn’t know how else she imagined that night ending, or how else it could have ended, or why she was even thinking about it. No, that last part wasn’t quite true, which made her uncomfortable. She was more comfortable having ideas that she couldn’t understand, to leaving things open to interpretation rather than cemented in fact. That was part of why it was so hard for her to tell when a work was finished, when the canvas couldn’t use another brush stroke…
“Good night, Hisao”
Again, she clenched her toes, they gripped the cuffs of her loose lavender pajama pants and tugged them down a bit, the elastic waistband shifted out of place and she had to wiggle her hips to get it back to where it belonged.
She sighed and turned towards the wall, closing her eyes. She wanted to think of clouds. White, fluffy, clouds, some large clouds, some small clouds—but instead she thought of fireworks. She thought of moments ago, her memory played out vividly. She didn’t listen to the fireworks—instead she listened to Hisao’s steady breathing, felt her head rise and fall, felt the warmth of his shoulder against her cheek. And she felt something else too. And when she looked up into his soft brown eyes, all she wanted was to keep that moment—
“Just awhile longer, Okay?”
She pulled closer to him, nestling her head against his shoulder… sleeping there had been easy. Even with the echoing explosions of fireworks, it felt comfortable. Being with him made her feel something different: she felt less alone.
“Good night, Hisao”
She gritted her teeth, and remembered her waiting before that moment, waiting for him to kiss her.
Well, what else was she supposed to do? Say “Hisao, I think our relationship has gotten to the point where you may kiss me now?” He hadn’t exactly given her many hints that he liked her, when she had asked him how he felt about her against his arm, all he said was that she was heavy, which, she knew was ridiculous (though that did not keep her giving the mirror a glance before she slept). She sighed again.
She wondered why he was planning on joining the art club, or why he had helped her so much with the mural. When she thought about it, she had spent most of her week with him, and they even went on what had felt like, until that last moment, a date. She tossed again, and wished, very badly, that Hisao would have said something different. But she also knew that this was part of why she found him interesting.
Patience was not easy for Rin. Her mind was always working, and she was currently thinking about four things:
1) Fireworks
2) The school rooftop
3) Hisao
4) Strawberry juice.
At the last of these thoughts, she drifted off into slumber.