She
remembers. Just one look at his hazel eyes and she remembers how it all started.
They met in the first
term of the first year in university. He knew her. He had a class with her. She
always sat in the middle of World Religion class, same seat every Thursday. Her
hair was often messily tied up in a ponytail and she came before anyone else.
No one talked to her because she always busy with her notebook. They said it
was too weird. She was weird.
It was hard not to
acknowledge her presence because she raised her hand a lot in class. She was
smart, no,
she was freaking brilliant. And the professor seemed to like her even though
she never socialized with the other students. She refused to work in a group
which impacted on her to work by herself.
He had another class
with her on the second term. She was no longer sat in the middle of the class.
He realised how she always changed her seat but only in the back row. She never
put her hair in a ponytail anymore and often wore a grey beanie. He also
noticed she kept the same notebook from the previous term.
He wanted to talk to
her. He wanted to introduce himself and asked how her day was. But he couldn’t
do that. His friends would tease him to death if they found out.
“Are you okay?”
It was foolish to wear a
pair of flat shoes when she knew how unpredictable the weather in Manchester
was. She should’ve put on her regular boots. But no, her curiosity led her
straight into her downfall, literally. Who knew the stairs could be so slippery?
She slipped on her way
to the next class, causing more than ten people laughed on her misfortune. None
offered a hand for her. The embarrassment that she felt was enough to make her
didn’t realise she had twisted her left ankle. She just wanted to go back to
the dorm and cry her eyes out.
That was the first time
he spoke to her. He was the only one who bothered to help her. She could smell
his perfume, Giorgio Armani, the same one as her father’s. He carried her
meanwhile she was too gobsmacked to coherent any kind of words. The pain she
felt on her ankle made her scream when they reached the infirmary. A nurse gave her some kind of painkiller that
made her sleepy. The only thing she remembered before she went out was his
worried face.
“How’s your ankle?”
He was standing by her
side when she regained her consciousness. She jerked away when she was aware
how close he was to her. The smile on his face was gone as soon as she did
that.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean
to scare you. I’m William Carter. We have a World History class together,” he
reached out to shake her hand after his brief introduction.
She knew him. Of course,
she did. William Carter was quite well-known in the University of Manchester.
He was an average student but an excellent footballer. She heard the girls
gossiping how the coach wanted him to be the captain on the next season.
Realising she might not
shake his hand, he slowly drew it back. Her emerald eyes looked him up and
down, probably judging his attire.
“Why did you help me?”
she asked timidly.
He shrugged carelessly. “Because
you could use some help,” he paused to sit on the plastic chair beside of the
bed. “And I wanted to help you.”
She knew how odd she could
be. And if nobody wanted to help her, she could totally understand. It was
bound to happen someday anyway. So, it was only fair if she failed to grasp the
reason why William was there with her.
“You did help me. Thank
you,” she wanted to smile at him. Too bad it was kind of hard to do so when she
barely knew him. “But you don’t have to be here when I wake up.”
William stared at her
for a few seconds before responding. “I know. But I want to be your friend.
And, you see, friends don’t leave each other when they’re in pain.” He grinned
innocently.
Friend? She blinked
twice. No one wanted to be her friend and she never bothered herself to be
friendly anyway. And even though she had a list about her potential friends,
his name was never on it. They were polar opposites, there was no way they
could be friends.
“Are you gonna introduce
yourself, new friend?”
“You already know my
name,” she answered simply.
He rolled his eyes.
“True, but I want you to introduce yourself to me. That’s what friends do,
alright?”
She sighed. What a
stubborn little git. “Amelia Matthews.”
He smiled at her,
showing off dimple on his left cheek. “What a lovely name.”
He
holds her hands tightly. Her eyes are glowing with happiness when she knows
what he’s about to do. He is the person she shares her first kiss with. Someone
who stands up for her no matter what happens. The man who supports her decisions
even though they’re crazy. A special person she’s been dating since her second year
in university. She is definitely one lucky lady.
“Do
you remember my promise to you in sophomore year?”
It was difficult to stay
away from her. He tried but the result was far from what he expected. Sure, she
was a great listener but she didn’t talk much. He did most of the talking when
they were together. It was kind of frustrating. Although he reckoned it was
probably what made her interesting.
He commented on almost
everything he saw which annoyed her to the whole new level. But she used to it
by now. She realised that his blabber made most of her days. He changed gloomy
days into the cheery ones with his silly jokes and sexual puns.
“No, seriously, where do
you see yourself in five years from now?” he asked her a day before Christmas
break on their second year in university. They were hanging out in her dorm, a
new habit ever since he found out she had a lot of good books in possession. “I really want to know.”
She smiled a little bit
which was odd. Amelia wasn’t a cheery kind of person. In fact, she was far from
it. But being friends with William had made her smile more often. He also
taught her to live in the moment, something she wasn’t used to do. Surprisingly,
she didn’t mind it at all. He made her smile and laugh in the most idiotic way
possible. Unknowingly to her, she started to develop feelings to him.
“Well, I see myself
sitting in a bookstore, signing books for my loyal readers.”
She was glad for his
existence. He made everything seemed possible. She hadn’t even known what her
dreams were before she met him. The change in her was obvious and they both
knew it.
He looked at her with a
loving look in his eyes. She never ceased to amaze him in every way possible.
Who would’ve thought the quiet girl in class had such a passion in writing?
“That’s wonderful,” he
told her truthfully. “But mine is more exciting.”
She raised her eyebrows,
a clear proof of her confusion. “Why is that?”
“Well, because I see
myself engaged to you five years from now.” He grins playfully. “That’s my
promise to you.”
Her cheeks became red
almost instantly. “But we are not from the same crowd,” she said in a small
voice. “People like you will never end up with people like me.”
“Didn’t you hear?” he
prompted. She shook her head, confused with what he meant. “Opposites attract.”
Of
course she remembers his promise. In fact, she remembers almost everything in
sophomore year. It’s the year where she starts dating William after the stairs
incident. She can’t forget about it even if she wants to.
One
thing that surprises her is that he
does too. He fulfills his promise like he always does. It makes her lose the
ability to speak. What has she done to deserve a man as great as William
Carter? She is pretty sure she has never done any decent thing that’s worth a
perfect man like William as the prize.
He
kneels down without letting go of her hands. This is it, he thinks to himself. After dating her for the past five
years, he knows that she’s the one. He strongly believes that they are destined
to be together. He simply never meets someone as amazing as Amelia Matthews.
“This
is me fulfilling my promise to you,” he continues to speak. In his hand is his
grandmother’s diamond ring. “You are by far the most wonderful human being I’ve
ever met. The world is cruel but you never let it change you. I love everything
about you,” he pauses for a few seconds to catch his breath. “And for the love
of God, even though you drive me crazy in daily basis I really don’t want it
any other way. I live for those stupid arguments over fictional characters from
books that probably will be the death of me someday in the future,” She laughs
at his confession. Gosh, she’s so in
love with him. “I’m so infatuated with you but of course, you know that. What
you don’t know is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to
see your face the first thing in the morning. I want to kiss the life out of
you before we go to bed every night. So, Amelia Matthews, will you let me marry
you?”
People
cheer around them. They whistle and yell “say
yes” way too loudly. She is too speechless to even form any kind of
response to him. William has never been good with words but somehow he made the
most beautiful speech she’s ever heard.
She
doesn’t even remember when the tears start to fall down. “Yes,” she croaks out.
He doesn’t seem to hear it though, maybe because of the noises around them.
“Yes, William. I will let you to marry me.”
Her
fiancé stands up in no time after hearing that. He scoops her up, thanking God
for sending the most beautiful angel to the earth.
Author's note: I submitted this as my mid-term exam. Sorry if it was too short. I promise I will write a longer one.
Kisses,
Dee
