Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 372

I said nothing, but hugged her tightly.
‘Sorry for not noticing,’ I apologized.
‘It’s not your fault.’ She returned my embrace tentatively, and we stayed like that for a while. Then, we returned to Yue’s home,
without anyone noticing we were gone.
The next week, and the day before Yue’s wedding, I found myself in Yue’s chamber, probably for the last time.
‘At least your wedding banquet smells delicious,’ I made an attempt to cheer her up.
Yue laughed softly. ‘Can you play the pipa and I sing, just for one last time?’
We did, my music and her voice weaving together again, like how it used to be. When the song had finished, and I had put down
my pipa, Yue hugged me fiercely.
‘I’ll miss you,’ I whispered.
‘I’ll miss you too.’ She started to cry. ‘Thank you for everything --- for being here .’
‘Are you sure you’ll be fine? I’m sorry that I can’t change anything this time.’
‘I have the memories. They’re enough. Thank you so much.’
As I looked at Yue, I saw a small, but grateful smile through her tears - one that I had never seen before.