She never remembered him, he realized. The day they met under the bus stop; the rain pouring heavily, he'd hoped for her to notice him. But the fifteen minutes just passed like that. She did not even glance at her. Was he really that forgettable? After all they had spent the whole summer together cleaning the counter at Merby's. At least they had some memories, or so he thought...

  So the next time they met again under that blue bus stop near his office; and the rain was pouring too, he'd made the initiative to greet her first. She might not remember him,but he ought to make himself get noticed.

  He had slowly approached her, afraid if he was too bold she would be scared and fled immediately. The moment he was standing right beside her, he had to summon all the courage that was left in him just to open is mouth and talk to the beauty. She was gorgeous, in every way, he thought. She was flawless. And the black glasses she wore made her looks so unapproachable. She's a goddess for him.

  "Erm... You're Emma, right? Hey, remember me? I'm Tim." The quiver in his voice was so apparent he thought she might laugh at him. But no, she stayed silent. His face fell

  "Err... You don't remember me? We used to work at Merby's together. I'm that Tim Mr. Wieber used to scold all time. Tim Harvey." He whispered a silent prayer. Please make her remember him. He never felt such desperation before.

  "Ti-Tim?" Oh god! Her voice was the singing of the angel. He nodded furiously though she apparently was not looking towards his direction.

  "Emma, it's been awhile..." They continued to chat for a few minutes until the bus came. He had to catch his bus home so they bade farewell for the day; he reluctantly went into the bus after she had urged her to go on. She waited for her transport.

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  The brief meeting under the bus stop continues for a few weeks. Countless times, he had asked her to go grab some drink or just have lunch together but she had refused. They never met aside from the bus stop. He wondered why? Does she already had a lover? The thought made him half mad. If she was already taken, then his heart would be broken. Because the mild feeling he had for her when they were teenagers had grown into something that's too powerful for him to handle.

  The next day he met her again under the stop; it has almost been like a routine for them to meet and chat for a few minutes before they go on their own way, he crazily asked her if she has any feelings for him. He had confessed his fondness of her, scratch that, he had literally told her she loved him. Since the very beginning.

  She fell silent. Awkwardness surrounded them. What had he done? Had he destroyed it? The relationship they had been building was now officially shattered, huh? All because of his d@mn mouth.

  She didn't answer him. She shrugged the question with a smile. And as if the question was never mentioned, she continued on rambling about her new adopted cat, a persian bred cat. He was glad she did not freaked out, but in the same time he could hear his heart cracking inside him. The way she ignored the question made it clear that his confession isn't something she'd received. That day, he wanted to run away and hide himself in the furthest corner inside his apartment.

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  Two weeks. Two weeks after the denied confession he hadn't seen her. He had thoroughly made his mind. If he got rejected that day, doesn't mean he stand no more chances. After all, he's a persistent man. And in this case he'll be more than persistent.

  But she didn't appear anymore. For two months he had gone crazy trying to search for her. Days after days he'd linger a little longer at the bus stop, hoping that somehow she would show up there. He had nowhere to go. Blame himself for never asking her address. And she did not pick her phone, too.

  Emma Graveline. Where are you?

------------------------- To be continued...

AN: Okay lah... saja je nak post benda ni sebab dah lama tak buat kerja2 menulis ni. It's been a while since I  last wrote a one-shot and I gotta admit my writing skill is getting crappy! So consider this as an exercise... Huff... Part 2 tak fikir lagi...

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