Chapter 495.
<strong>Chapter 495. Rekindling Old mes before Parting Ways at the Break of Dawn. (3/3)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">I’d seen enough and started walking toward Rosa who was hugging Dawn.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wait!” As soon as I passed by Aurelia’s side, she grabbed onto my hand and stopped me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What is it now? I’d rather not intrude on your touching reunion.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You did the exact same thingst time slipping away when no one was looking and I didn’t get a chance to thank you before.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“There’s no need to thank me. We were just two meddling kids sticking our noses into other people’s business where it didn’t belong.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But... I definitely have to repay this debt… though... I don’t really know how I would.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you want to thank me just e-Transfer me $2,000 for the family consultation services provided.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just money?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I’m a lowlife chasing after money. Is there a problem with that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No… but isn’t this a bit… too cheap considering what you’ve done for my family?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s more than I get in a month at work so I’d say it’s fair.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So little?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, so little, you got a problem with that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m a surgeon… it’s not like I’mcking money right now… you could ask for more if you were trying to be considerate.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t want it. Save it for your daughter. And don’t even think of trying to send any more than what I ask, I’ll just decline the transfer. You can send it to this email address. Just for the record, it’s a burner email.” I handed over a small torn-off piece of scrap paper with the email address written down.
<span style="font-weight:400">“As for the security question, just set it to ‘What is your name?’ and leave the answer as Ran. Anyway, we’ve got to go. Ugh. I’ve got work starting Monday.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hold on, you still have two days, don’t you have plenty of time still? You don’t need to leave right away.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah we do have to leave now or we won’t make it in time for work on Monday.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is your flight long?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Flight? We’re driving.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? That motorcycle wasn’t a rental?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nope.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve been traveling on that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I can arrange a flight and cover the cost for you. I can also have your motorcycle shipped back.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks for the offer, but it’s fine.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But why? Isn’t it ufortable and exhausting to travel like that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It can be, but it’s refreshing. You should try it with your husband sometime. You might enjoy it. You’ve got a lot of time to make up after all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Boy, yuh may have won our little bet this time, but don’t get cocky.” Dawn’s father who finally settled his emotions got a word in.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Bet? What bet are you talking about?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s nothing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I bet him you’d get back together before you showed up and he lost miserably. It was a pretty good show. I didn’t think Dawn’s father was such a big cry baby though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Shut up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“He''s always been a big crybaby.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aurelia, don’t tell him that. And don’t say that so loud.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are you getting so embarrassed about?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Dawn doesn’t know that. I’ve never cried in front of her before. I have to keep my dignity as a father. If my daughter doesn’t ever cry in front of me there’s no way I can cry in front of her and look so weak.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Isn’t it a bitte for that? You were crying a lot just now though.” Aurelia poked his chest and teased.
<span style="font-weight:400">“But that’s because I hadn’t seen yuh in so long.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m leaving now, I’m really not interested in watching a stupid couple flirt.” Seeing it and remembering how Rosa and I did simr stuff on a daily basis made me want to bury my head in a hole and die.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can you at least... properly say goodbye to my daughter before you hit the road?” Aurelia made a hesitant request.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Besides Rosa’s already saying her goodbyes. There isn’t a need for me to say anything to her, is there?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can yuh… please consider it? Having someone she’s grown to care about quietly leave without saying a word… I don’t want her to experience... the same sort of thing...” Dawn’s father made the same request.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. I don’t really like goodbyes, but I guess I can at least say a word.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I approached the pickup truck where Dawn and Rosa were, opened my mouth, and said with a deadpan expression to Dawn’s face loud enough for her father to hear, “A word.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh little bastard! Yuh know that’s not what I meant!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Dawn had question marks floating above her head.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘I am much confusion’ was written all over her face.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Old man, be more specific or people won’t understand what you want.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Aurelia covered her mouth and giggled, “Pfft. He really went and called you an old man.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Damn brat. Just because it’s true doesn’t mean yuh have to go an say it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t sulk. Even if you’re an old man now, I love you just the same.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mom, Dad…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What is it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can yuh please go inside? Yuh’re embarrassing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aurelia… our daughter called her father an embarrassment! I’m a failure of a father!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re always like this, overthinking things. She just said we were embarrassing her in front of her friend and her first lo-”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mom!” Dawn snapped at her mother again. Seeing the way Aurelia was able to tease her daughter, it seemed they’d grown much closer in the few days they’d spent together.
<span style="font-weight:400">Aurelia made a fake gasp, “Oh my. A slip of the tongue, how careless of me. Don’t mind us, we’ll excuse ourselves now.” Even though Dawn knew everyone here already knew it seemed she still found it embarrassing being called out.
<span style="font-weight:400">Aurelia dragged Dawn’s depressed father inside as he mindlessly muttered to himself. “I’m an embarrassment. An embarrassment. Embarrassment…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Was this how her parents were like in their younger days? I couldn’t help but think they were a rather entric duo. I didn’t expect under her father’s exterior shell hid a side like this. I suppose he only let ite out in front of Aurelia.
<span style="font-weight:400">She knew all of his weaknesses and strengths. Both the good and the bad. Despite that, she still loved him even now. I suppose that was what marriage entailed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Where are yuh going, Rosa?” Dawn asked when Rosa started to walk away.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I already said my goodbye, so I’m just going to wait by the motorcycle.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh don’t need to-”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry about it, consider it my parting gift.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“S-Sorry… for being a bother…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re not a bother, you’re a good friend I made on this trip. I’ll get mad if you call yourself a bother again. We’re sisters who’ve drunk from the same cup of wine.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Dawn nodded back to her. What the hell? Further words were unnecessary between sisters? Is that what that meant?
<span style="font-weight:400">Seriously though? They became sisters in a week? Isn’t that way too fast? How? I don’t understand.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I guess… this is really goodbye then…” Dawn spoke quietly, holding her left hand in her right, fidgeting with them in front of her body at hip level.
<span style="font-weight:400">“If that’s how you want to word it then sure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her eyelids lowered halfway, she was fighting something back.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You gonna cry?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I took out my phone and started recording.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are yuh doing?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“One of my hobbies is making girls fall for me then coldly rejecting them so they cry. Once they start crying I record them. I’m a real piece of shit you know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I said I’m not going to cry.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. I see. What a shame. I was hoping to post the video of you crying like a baby for the world to see. I’m sure I’d get a lot of views.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing else to say?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Then I’m going.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wait…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What is it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She raised her trembling hand and tugged on her sun hat.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can yuh… uh... keep this safe for me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Your sun hat?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re giving it to me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. I want yuh to temporarily keep it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why do you want me to keep it for you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Obstructing her face with the sun hat in her right hand, she said, “So the next time... we meet… yuh can return it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Isn’t that sun hat important to you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It is. So can yuh promise me yuh’ll keep it safe for me and not lose it or let it get damaged?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’d rather not.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why... not?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t really like taking things for nothing. If I receive something from someone I give something back in return. That’s my policy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh don’t need to worry about that since yuh’ll be giving it back to me in the future anyway.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. So a rental of sorts. But even then a rental has a price.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then I’ll hold onto something of yours and return it to yuh when we meet again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… but I don’t really have anything of value on me that would be considered equivalent in value to serve as coteral.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Anything’s fine. A pen or something.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaah. A pen? You could be more greedy than that, you know. Well, whatever, I did buy some souvenirs and I did happen to buy one with you in mind. I wasn’t nning to give it to you in the end, but I suppose I will. Just keep in mind, it’s pretty cheap, less than $5, it really isn’t worth anything.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I stuck my hand into my pocket, pulled out a cheap gold bead bracelet, and slipped it on her left hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Th-... thanks.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She really didn’t want me to see her face.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Here.” She turned away from me as she handed her sun hat over.
<span style="font-weight:400">I ced my hand on her shoulder, forcefully turned her to face me, and mercilessly snapped a picture on my phone.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are yuh doing!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So that’s what you look like when you’re crying. I was convinced it’d be a mess since you were trying so hard to hide it… didn’t think I’d be so off the mark.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Out of respect for her wishes to not let anyone see it, I’ll keep her crying face to myself. If anyone saw it… I should stop thinking about it.
<span style="font-weight:400">I ced my hand on her head and kept quiet. I wasn’t good at dealing with crying girls. I criticized Aurelia, but I guess I wasn’t much better.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh’re the first person... to ever see me cry…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I am? I’ll have to apologize to your future boyfriend in that case.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yuh will.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, it’s really time for me to go now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“O… kay.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She was trying to keep herself together even now.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Until the next time we have a vacation, whenever that may be. See ya then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mm… see yuh.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I walked past her and hopped on my motorcycle in front of Rosa. Once the key was in the ignition I revved the engine and took off without looking back. We blew past Dawn’s side kicking up a gust of wind blowing her hair to the side.
<span style="font-weight:400">When we were fifty meters away I sneaked a peek in the side view mirror behind us.
<span style="font-weight:400">Dawn fell to her knees. She’d broken down and was no longer able to fight back the tears. They were no doubt flowing out without stop. Thest twig that held a dam together had snapped. The dam had finally been broken after eighteen years holding the floodwaters back.
<span style="font-weight:400">The break of Dawn...
<span style="font-weight:400">Departing at the break of dawn… what a coincidence.
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