Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 225

River. There, we leaned against the railings of the bridge, reaching out trying to grab the radiant setting sun. It
was beautiful. The sun shone over the river, turning it gold.
I peeked over my shoulder and looked at you, with happiness and wonder written all over your face. And you,
who sensed me looking at you, turned towards me and smiled. One that reached deep into your heart. You then
leaned in and kissed me.
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Hey. Time sure flies since my last letter. Its spring again.
Do you remember? Our marriage.
Ever since that first date, we had been together. Time whizzed by. I can still see some of those times. You and I
working on our science project, accidentally blowing up our beakers. There were also those times when we sat
around a piece of paper scratching our heads, trying to solve a complicated math question. Then there was prom.
After celebrating my birthday. Then the exams. After school dates. You meeting my parents. Celebrating your
birthday. Kissing on the ledge of the school roof. Graduation. University. Graduation. Jobs. Got a house. Settled
in. Going across the street to Gu Bei Carefour to buy our milk teas. Laughing at McDonalds.
Soon, before we knew it, 12 years passed. It was spring again. I remember you came back one day, and I was in
the room waiting for you. I walked to you, knelt down, pulled out a box and asked whether you wanted to
marry me. Your face was a sight of happiness, shock, and tears. You were crying, and laughing at the same time.
I was too. You nodded your head vigorously. I stood up and embraced you.
After that time picked up its pace. Soon you were in your bride dress and I was in my suit, you were in my arms
and your lips to mine. We were in a church, our families cheering and clapping for us. You broke apart and
hugged me, tight. Then you whispered into my ear 3 simple words. I love you. Short, but full of emotion. Each
word was said with happiness, said with the will to give up everything for me, said with the love that connected
you and me. Your voice was beautiful too. Soft but firm. You knew what you were doing, you knew what you
were willing to give up, you knew the life you wanted. Your voice was the best I’ve ever heard. Not even
Mozart’s symphonies can compare to your voice.
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Hey. It’s autumn now. You still haven’t replied to any of my letters. Sometimes I wonder what’s keeping you
away.
Outside our bedroom there’s lots of trees. And falling leafs. This morning, I woke up to find the window opened
by the wind. Gold, crisp leafs were floating into my room. One happened to land on our bed. I picked it up. It
started to cripple under my touch. I sighed. A gush of wind flew into the room. And with it carried a lingering
smell that reminded me of nights where I could sleep in comfort, where I wouldn’t wake up in pain or
nightmares. Where I wouldn’t wake up knowing you’re never coming back.
Do you remember? Our nights together.
After coming back from home, I will always find you in the kitchen, cooking. You had music playing and you
would dance to the beat. I would go over and put my arms around your waist and bury my face into your
shoulders. I’ve always loved your smell. It reminded me of something. You would smile, take a piece of
whatever delicious food you were making, and let me try it. With food in my mouth, I would chew and