It's been a slow week. The bits that I've managed to write have only driven me back into the pothole that I was already stuck in.
But, finally, I've written something I like!
Wind tunnels through the air, forcing its way around the globe at a mind-blowing pace. It sweeps over oceans for the salt, over beaches for the sand, over trees for the water, over deserts for the heat, and over unexpecting cities to shrug all of its luggage off. The relieved wind then hurdles over corn crops, over dusty roads, over scalding concrete, over unsuspecting pedestrians, over small corner shops, over piercing skyscrapers, and over itself again. The wind continues blowing, carrying only the things that care to stick around. It never stops, never falters, never wanes at the edges. Wind keeps going, keeps blowing, keeps doing the same thing it has for millions of years.
However, on this day, the wind blew straight into the face of the young [NONAMEYET].
“I want to fall in love,” she declares, parting her wild hair out of her face. “Like in the movies! Like on TV! Like… Like no one else ever has ever before!”
His frown twinges at the side, unsure of whether a smile would be more appropriate. “Maybe it’s just not your time yet or something.”
“Hmm…” The colors whip around her. They curl and bounce around her figure, wrapping her in a rainbow that emanates from her every breath. “Maybe.” She turns her chin down to meet his stupid expression. “Do you think Ne-ne has a girl he likes?”
“What makes you think that?” Hiro shifts to put his legs up onto the concrete beside him.
She shrugs. “Ne-ne is kind of out of it, you know?”
“My mom told me once what it’s like to be in love,” she giggles. “You’re supposed to be all happy and your guts turn blue and start spewing out of your belly button–” she whacks him in the stomach with her foot. “Hey, are you even listening?”
Hiro shoves her foot away and throws his pencil at her head. “No.”
“So what if you’re right about it not being my time yet? What if I don’t realize that it’s the time when the time comes? What if that time’s already passed?”
Hiro kicks her shin. “Stop being so noisy!” He sits up and beckons her closer with his hand. “I’ll tell you something very important that is always true.”
“What?” She widens her eyes and sits down closer next to him.
“If something’s meant to happen,” he says with a dramatic pause, “it will happen.
She took a moment to absorb his words, storing them away in a mentally locked safe. Time, she figured, isn’t really as complex as it seems. Time is like a novel, like a cleverly-crafted manuscript that has every scene planned out frame by frame. No matter what you try, you cannot change time. Time is an independent constant. Time will continue on, regardless of her stupid little endeavors.
“Time waits for no one,” she whispers.
She stands up and grabs her bag. “We should get to class.”
He yawns and stretches his paws out like a cat just before a long nap. “I’ll pass.”
She rummages through Hiro’s bag and pulls out his wallet. “I guess I’ll go buy the new Final Fantasy game after school…”
“Hey, wait a minute, you thief!” He immediately jumps up and continues through the corridors in a never-ending battle with the stupid girl who spoke too soon.