Footprints
Footprints
He knew her favorite milktea was a mix between coconut and coffee. She kept asservate how he should order his own or at least try hers. She had been standing with her lean arms stretched towards him with the milk tea i her right hand and a wide smile playing over her mouth. She excitedly bit her lip and her eyes were shining with ardour.
He declined her offer, not only because of how unpalatable it probably was, but more out of fear for her reaction when she'd realize he hated the flavour as he wouldn't be able to keep a straight face.
She had looked disappointed, but just for the fraction of a second. She quickly lit up again, told her co-worker and Sehun that she'd be back in a second. ”A quick errand” she'd called it. Her long, brown hair danced over her shoulders as she leaped down the few steps of stairs up to the milk tea shop that was located between a 7-eleven store and a cheap, korean restaurant serving all kinds of bulgogi Sehun could think of. To the world the milk tea shop didn't look like much and honestly, Sehun still these days questioned how he even found it to begin with.
He never waited for her that hot August-day. The time had went by too fast and even if he didn't have lunch he'd run late. SM didn't appreciate that from anyone, least of all their newer trainees. He paid her co-worker, smiled politely and took the change. These days he didn't have to worry about that, but back then every last won made a difference. He then hurried back towards his workplace.
He had passed her, the beautiful brown-haired girl. She stood right in the entrance of an alley, smoking. It was the second thing he knew about her, that she was a smoker.
Those two things and her work place back then were the only things he really knew about her. That, and the fragrance of waterlillies that had etched into his brain since then. He had made himself think of her whenever he felt the scent of waterlillies. It was just a little while ago he actually realized that it was waterlillies the fragrance came from.
That had been the last time he ever saw her. He had been busy working for two months, making him miss the opening hours of the milk tea shop every day, and once he returned, eager to meet her and gather up the courage to ask for her name she was gone. He never dared asking the people working there where she went, but every time he came back she was gone. About a week of him returning to the shop at different hours, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, that co-worker from the last day he actually met her told him, simply “She's not here anymore”. He didn't ask further, nor did she tell him.
Luhan had tried to make him ask for her phone number or her name or anything at all that could make him contact her. “She likes you” he said. “You like her. Get in touch.”
Sehun never listened to his friend. What would a girl like her see in a youngster like Sehun? Sure, they probably were the same age, but she looked like a model straight from the first page of any magazine and he looked like... a shoe or something. He had been really insecure back then, and that held him back a lot with her.
He regretted it today. He regretted it even back then. He hadn't let the thought of her go yet, even though he knew he should. He still entered the milk tea shop once in a while, hoping to see her. The other co-worker had left as well, but the owner loved him a lot. She was a short, older woman and she had told him to call her grandmother and to treat her as one. He loved that woman a lot, they'd grown quite close, but it still hurt to enter the milk tea shop and not see the girl with the dancing brown hair.