Long story ----The walk

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“The meal is ready. Tom, come here to have your lunch,” my mum’s sound came from the lounge, walked through the door of my room and arrived at my ears. However, I didn’t reply her as I was thinking about a complicated problem occurred in my school.

‘Are you still looking for the solution?’ asked my mother, ‘Why don’t you have a walk after lunch? It may help you to figure it out. ’ Indeed, my mind had already been working for hours and slowed down as a result. It was a fantastic idea to relax it. I quickly finished my meal and stepped out from home with my MP3 player.

   It was a beautiful summer day. Without any clouds, the blue sky was only veiled by the golden light. It was really a good day to go hiking or picnic although I didn’t think people in the city would have time to do so. It was a place full of financial skyscrapers and companies, men who wearing black clothes with blue ties were working busily, like the machines in a factory. The never ending typing sound made an endless melody inside the cold office. I was frustrated while thinking that I would become one of them in my future.

   On the other side of the town, there were prevalent primary schools, which were attractively designed. Mothers were looking at their children outside the school gates from time to time, waving their hands, as if they wouldn’t be able to see their sons and daughters anymore. Children were having their lessons -- in their fantasy dream worlds, except the PE lessons. They played enthusiastically and energetically in the green, huge playground. Their sweaty joyful smell was filled in the air. Looking at this scene, I couldn’t stop myself from recalling my past, my lovely time with Kara.

   We first met when we were primary 4 in a tutorial class. She had a straight, long ponytail and a face that as pretty as the angels in the heaven. There was a lively, sentimental world inside her pair of dark, dainty eyes. Attractive smell surrounded her, like the flowers’ sweet scent in the garden. Her smile was elegant and beautiful, which could let you forget all the unhappiness. She was indeed a goddess with a pair of white wings after her pure body.

   When I was in primary, I was extremely weak at English. I couldn’t understand what my tutor taught, even a single word. Kara, however, was a talented girl. She used lots of methods to help me. The one I remembered most clearly is a puzzle game. She divided a sentence into different parts by their part of speech and told me to order them back to a meaningful sentence. Sentences could become a story. Attracted by her stories, I always played the game and my English became better from time to time. Staying near her, I was lighthearted and I thought our story would never end.

   Therefore, I didn’t learn to cherish her.

   Once, when we were playing, Kara asked me a question.

‘What do you think about me?’

   I was indeed an inconsiderate child. I gave her a cruel answer.

“You are only a girl who looks very like Mary, the girl I’ve mentioned before. You are only a substitute of her!’
I told Kara. Mary was also one of my friends in the tutorial school. I played with her, chatted with her and even shared a cup of coke. It seemed that we were a pair of couples. Nonetheless, she left me and the tutorial school because her parents didn’t like our relationship. Because of the fact that we were too intimate.


“Really? Anyway, I don’t care about my position in your mind at all. Let’s continue our game.” Kara swung her ponytail and concentrated on the colorful chesses again. She seemed to be not care about it. She played with me joyfully and talked to me, as Mary did. That might be the reason why I thought she was Mary’s substitute. Looking at her, I wondered if she was truly didn’t care about what I said, or just pretending. I also wondered that whether she was only used to replace Mary in my heart or not. However, these questions didn’t puzzle me too much as I didn’t know what the meaning of ‘love’ was when I was small, as well as the word ‘jealous’.

   One day, when we’re playing together as usual, she suddenly asked me, ‘Tom, would you like to have a drink with me after the lesson?’

‘No, sorry. I want to watch the cartoon showing in the afternoon.’

‘Oh, that’s too bad,’ a sense of disappointed and upset showed on her face. It seemed that she had something important to tell me. However, I didn’t notice that.
   On the following day, I knew that I had done a wrong decision.

‘Oh. It’s 9:30 now and our lesson started at 9:00. Where is Kara? Why is she that late?’ I asked my tutor.

‘Her family has moved their flat. She won’t come there to have lessons anymore,’ replied my tutor calmly, it was obvious that she knew everything early before. Hearing her reply, I was upset and anxious. Kara was a girl who accompanied with me for a long time. We shared many precious days and countless moment, no matter sorrow or merry one. I thought she would be by my side forever. However, she went away without leaving anything, even a ‘good bye’.  I finally knew that time spending with her wasn’t a triviality, but the most precious treasure in my lifetime. I wanted to cry but I couldn’t. Tears of regrets could only drip in the bottom of my heart, gathered to be a little stream, a large lake and the cross-border sea.

   Thinking about my past, my heart started to become painful. It was obvious that I couldn’t forget her, even though we hadn’t met for 5 years. Her cute smile, her saying, her…These were etched in my memory and I couldn’t put them away easily. I went out from home because I wanted to relax myself. However, my mood became worse when I was wandering in the street. Isn’t it ironic?
I then entered a cafe, drinking a cup of coffee, hoping that it would clam me down. There was a pair of couple setting next to me. Looking at them, my envy came out from my soul constantly. My coffee in the white cup became bitter and bitter. Eventually, I couldn’t withstand the fire of my jealousy. I used my last rationality to I drink my coffee up quickly and leave as soon as possible before I beat the couple up . When I was leaving, I heard the girl asked her boyfriend a question.

‘Why do you love me so much?’

   I stopped my running as I wanted to know how the boy would answer it. Saying the boring and typical answers like ‘Oh I love because you’re my girlfriend!’ or ‘It’s because you’re the most beautiful girl in the world!’? However, both of them were wrong.
  ‘Three years ago, I had another girlfriend. We loved each other very much. Unfortunately, she passed away suddenly in a car accident. I was very sad that time. I thought I hadn’t cherished her enough. Time flew like an arrow, we encountered. Through my sorrow experience, I learned that the only thing I should treasure is my present, my time spending with you, but not the past.’

   The words spoken by the boy were as shocking as the electricity to me and I started to reflect myself. Life was like the weather. We might get lots of regrets in our lives. Everyone hated them very much and exclaimed ‘If I had known it, I wouldn’t have done that! ’ However, would the lives on the Earth still exist if there were no rain? I was sure that they wouldn’t. There was an old saying, ‘Every cloud has a silver lining.’ People would be able to comprehend how to cherish a thing before we knew the taste of losing it. What we should do after we did something that let us regret wasn’t shouting towards the sky. Instead, we should learn our lessons and swear not to repeat the mistake anymore.

   My phone rang during my thinking. It was my mum.

‘Have you figured out your solution yet?’ asked a gentle voice.

‘Yes, but not for this one. I’m coming home now.’ I hung up the phone with a smile.