My OperaThe Last Glance (Chapter Six)
Tuesday, November 15, 2005 3:49:49 PM
Chapter Six
A Moving Moment
In the ocean of rolling crowd
Hardly get friends we are proud
This feeling, the very thing
Can not ignore, shine or rain
---By Captain_of_soul
It was the end of May. Spring in my city seemed so fleeting. Walking on the street, I could even feel the caress of summer breeze. In such a sunny season, I noticed some kinda change in my heart. I was not sure how to describe it by words, but I loved to keep it as my secret---secret and bittersweet, that vibrated in me.
I still went to Logos’ room occasionally. There I was a sheer onlooker unless I chanced to meet Logos or captain that I would bloom like a flower. When both of them were present, I became a naughty girl. And they would indulge me whatever I did to them. There were also the occasions when we all kept serious and discussed something about literature and music. I appreciated their respective talent and interest. Even so, there existed an essential difference between them. At first, I didn’t make it quite clear, later, I found it was like basking in sunlight and moonlight. I could hardly tell which scenery was more enchanting than the other due to their different attraction. I remembered I ever talked with captain such feeling once, and his comment was that Logos was a reliable friend worthy of cherishing all along. I believed so. But I began to cut down the frequency to look for Logos in his room. I was afraid it might also be a burden for him to take care of my feeling when I was around, though a whisper from my heart told me the opposite. There was even another reason, I had a doubt that whether he really that cared me like I did. His inborn gentlemanlike manner sometimes left me a hint of distance, a strange and suffocating distance, I hoped it was my own illusion though.
Soon, something unexpected happened in my life, which made my heart sank down and down, to the bottom of abyss. But life had to go on. Every morning, I looked at myself in the mirror and told myself “Smile, lily, nothing can’t be tided over.” But when night was looming, I felt I was really crushed down. My overmuch restraint finally made myself unstring. I collapsed at a lonely midnight. Feeling nearly drowned in endless tears and heartache, I scrabbled my desperate despair in bbs as a vent without thinking what trouble might follow. I would rather be an ostrich if I could. But I was deprived of the right because Logos’ SMS found me early next morning.
The SMS was quite short, it said:” Happen what may, trust me, you have my company all the time.” Reading it again and again, a moisture blurred my eyes.
That was the first time I got his short message from my cell phone. We exchanged our number long time ago, but neither he nor I had ever used it. In my heart, I valued it as a token of trust. I even thought his finger would never touch my number. It was he finally broke the ice, for worrying about me.
I thought I’ve got too much from Logos. But the fact was NO!
That night, guided by some unknown force, I logged on bbs to look for the answer. There I found it. It was an old song touching my heartstring whenever I heard it. I once told Logos casually that was my favorite. Logos pasted that song with an exquisite template on top of which was an inlaid lily. Just a glance was enough for me to read his heart. As the music sounding up, I was totally enwrapped into tender sensational warmth. From that moment, I knew Logos would be my lifelong friend.
That old song, <Don’t cry, my friend> later was translated by captain with another language’s grace, yet whenever I listened quietly to its melody, tears would well up beyond control for that’s the most moving moment in my life.
(To be continued)
A Moving Moment
In the ocean of rolling crowd
Hardly get friends we are proud
This feeling, the very thing
Can not ignore, shine or rain
---By Captain_of_soul
It was the end of May. Spring in my city seemed so fleeting. Walking on the street, I could even feel the caress of summer breeze. In such a sunny season, I noticed some kinda change in my heart. I was not sure how to describe it by words, but I loved to keep it as my secret---secret and bittersweet, that vibrated in me.
I still went to Logos’ room occasionally. There I was a sheer onlooker unless I chanced to meet Logos or captain that I would bloom like a flower. When both of them were present, I became a naughty girl. And they would indulge me whatever I did to them. There were also the occasions when we all kept serious and discussed something about literature and music. I appreciated their respective talent and interest. Even so, there existed an essential difference between them. At first, I didn’t make it quite clear, later, I found it was like basking in sunlight and moonlight. I could hardly tell which scenery was more enchanting than the other due to their different attraction. I remembered I ever talked with captain such feeling once, and his comment was that Logos was a reliable friend worthy of cherishing all along. I believed so. But I began to cut down the frequency to look for Logos in his room. I was afraid it might also be a burden for him to take care of my feeling when I was around, though a whisper from my heart told me the opposite. There was even another reason, I had a doubt that whether he really that cared me like I did. His inborn gentlemanlike manner sometimes left me a hint of distance, a strange and suffocating distance, I hoped it was my own illusion though.
Soon, something unexpected happened in my life, which made my heart sank down and down, to the bottom of abyss. But life had to go on. Every morning, I looked at myself in the mirror and told myself “Smile, lily, nothing can’t be tided over.” But when night was looming, I felt I was really crushed down. My overmuch restraint finally made myself unstring. I collapsed at a lonely midnight. Feeling nearly drowned in endless tears and heartache, I scrabbled my desperate despair in bbs as a vent without thinking what trouble might follow. I would rather be an ostrich if I could. But I was deprived of the right because Logos’ SMS found me early next morning.
The SMS was quite short, it said:” Happen what may, trust me, you have my company all the time.” Reading it again and again, a moisture blurred my eyes.
That was the first time I got his short message from my cell phone. We exchanged our number long time ago, but neither he nor I had ever used it. In my heart, I valued it as a token of trust. I even thought his finger would never touch my number. It was he finally broke the ice, for worrying about me.
I thought I’ve got too much from Logos. But the fact was NO!
That night, guided by some unknown force, I logged on bbs to look for the answer. There I found it. It was an old song touching my heartstring whenever I heard it. I once told Logos casually that was my favorite. Logos pasted that song with an exquisite template on top of which was an inlaid lily. Just a glance was enough for me to read his heart. As the music sounding up, I was totally enwrapped into tender sensational warmth. From that moment, I knew Logos would be my lifelong friend.
That old song, <Don’t cry, my friend> later was translated by captain with another language’s grace, yet whenever I listened quietly to its melody, tears would well up beyond control for that’s the most moving moment in my life.
(To be continued)
