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"20 minutes is not such a long time to wait for someone," said a voice from behind. "What is 20 minutes if you've been waiting for 6 years for this day? So don't look so restless." She said, carefree as she is - with a pat on his back.

That's true, but that's not why I appear restless. What if he does not come, as we have promised six years ago today? I am not good with dates, but this I can never forget. That was his thought, and his expression. But that was not what came out of his mouth.

"This is taking twenty minutes of my time - time i can spend to do other, more important things!" he said, instead. "And we are not waiting; this is wishing. I'm sure he will forget. It's a wonder why I agreed with you to come here." He did not even look at her - he almost wished didn't say so much. He wished she did not hear him.

Silence. Just the sound of fallen leaves, picked off by the wind that was so weak you couldn't call it a breeze - it didn't make a sound, it merely grazed his cheeks.

The sun is setting, and the day-long rain ended with a painting-like dusk sky. It was warm and comforting. It was so amazing, that for it to appear right now, during this waiting game, this unlikely reunion, seemed like a terrible joke.



"Well, even if you did not come, you will continue to wish and wish endlessly and aimlessly. This way you'll stop wishing by the time it is past midnight. You'll believe your own words then. And you'll have room for me. Or anyone else but him."

"You'll have room for yourself, at least."