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Monday, November 8, 2010

I stared in horror as the door slammed shut and the bus started moving away from the station. "Too bad, you're too late. I told you that you'd regret it. I won't give you another chance." he had said this before leaving me in the bus. I stared helplessly as he jogged towards my girlfriend, which I had been trying to woo back after she dumped me for some stupid reason. "Damn you, Take!" I yelled. I fished out my handphone and called him. "Hello, I am Takeuchi. I cannot pick up my phone at the moment, please leave a message after the tone. *toot*" "Damn you, Take!!! You better not touch her or I'll freaking kill you!!" I yelled into the phone. After finding out where they went after two hours from Take's sister, I ran as fast as my leg could carry me to the bus-stop where Nana would probably take a bus home. As I expected, their figures came into sight and she was about to board the bus. Unable to hold in these feelings anymore, I finally understood. "Nana! I've never tought of you as her replacement at all!" I choked back tears. "That's why... I'll be waiting! I'll be waiting for you to come back to me!" The bus took off, leaving me with the image of tears dropping from Nana's eyes and her hands at her mouth.


-Lester (Never too late, Story 6)
*Credits to Bokura ga Ita*

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