Isaac seemed rather busy lately–so busy that he forgot my birthday. I no longer cared, though. However, it seemed like it suddenly occurred to him, and to make it up to me, he bought tickets to watch my favorite musical.
The musical was extremely popular, and tickets were hard to come by. I couldn’t even get my hands on any, so when Isaac said he had a pair and invited me to go with him, I agreed to it.
Alas, on the day of the musical, he was a no–show.
Instead, I saw Jenny posting a photo of two concert tickets.
The caption read, “I was bored, so I decided to watch a concert. It’s great to have someone who is always there to accompany you on all your spontaneous decisions.‘
Although the photo was devoid of faces, I recognized one of the hands in the photo thanks to the scar on it–it was Isaac’s hand. He got that scar when he saved me a long time ago.
I felt like a clown. Here I was, standing in the rain outside the theater, worried that he might have gotten into an accident of some kind.
Meanwhile, he and his beloved secretary Jenny were watching a concert from their seats in the
VIP section.
As the chilly rainwater splashed against my face, I felt my heart and body both turning to ice.
Just then, Mom sent me a message saying that the wedding had been set for two weeks from now. She also said I could delay it if it felt too rushed. However, I replied to her, “It’s fine. Let’s keep it as it is.”
The heavy rainstorm caused traffic congestion all over the city. Even after ages, I couldn’t hail a cab. At long last, Isaac called, asking, “Why aren’t you at home?”
“I’m at Randall Theater right now,” I answered with not a single fleck of emotion in my voice.
As if abruptly recalling something, Isaac fell silent for a moment before saying, “I’m sorry. I got held up with something this afternoon. Wait there. I’ll come over to pick you up.”
I didn’t decline his offer, but I knew he wasn’t coming.
