Remember when you were 3 years old? When you fell down the street chasing the cute puppy that caught your eyes.

Your knees were bleeding but you chase it anyway, unable to comprehend the feels as excitement run in your vein.

But in the corner of the street, when the excitement drenched your tiny trousers along with the blood, you started to look down and realized your knees hurt.

It took days, some might weeks, for the wounds to heal properly. The wounds that happened in a split seconds during the long chase.

Some people are lucky enough to have it healed properly and start another chase. But some people not that lucky as they had worse injuries. It needed months, or years, for the cuts to heal properly. Many of them even had the injuries for the rest of their life.

Not because they enjoy the pain.

Not because they didn’t try to heal it.

Because some injuries are far too complicated for people to heal properly.

I chose my dress carefully. I put natural look to compliment my red wine lipstick. I did my hair dan snatched my high heels. For this ocassion, I wanted to be more than perfect.

I was ready to launch myself at him when he turned my racing heartbeat back to neutral as he said, "Hi Camille. Meet my fiance, Adam."

“Crap!”

I look up and laughed as he crawled to the toilet trying to get rid of Max’s poo. His brand new Salvatore Ferragamo, which he bought especially for this interview, now looked like wet $400 bills.

“Stupid dog!”

“I told you since last night that suit will not go with that shoes. Even Max thought so,”

“Yeah, thanks Max,” he said sarcastically. “Now I have to go with Olivia’s choice, and she will totally delighted,”

I followed him around and I decided to wait in the car. None of us said anything until Chris broke the silence. “I miss you, you know?” he said as he shifted the gear. “If they accepted me, I can…Oh come on!!”

In front of us, a crazy traffic jam was happening. Horn was blaring and no one seemed to be moving. “I will have the interview of my life in 45 minutes! God must be kidding.”

“Ha! Bad luck is in the air!” I teased and he rolled his eyes.

“I don’t believe in bad luck,” Chris parked the car in the nearest parkway. “If I had to walk there, I will. I will attend this interview and I. Will. Not. Late.”

I watch in amazement as Chris walked away. But what can I do against a strong-willed man?

***

“Chris Miyazaki!” a woman in professional suit called him right when we entered the building. “Always dressed up sharp like the man I know. And I see you took my advice not to wear the Salvatore? The Board doesn’t like it when we played richie rich. How was the traffic?”

“It was… well, I walked myself here.”

She smiled warmly. “I can see you really want the job. Come right in.”

And there goes the longest three hours of my life. I sat there waiting, then took a walk around the building, and sat again. I was considering going home when Chris walked out of the room with the biggest grin I ever saw. And I know that only mean one thing.

I ran to him and gave him the biggest hug as he called mom. “Mom! Well, yes! Sure I will visit you but first I need to go somewhere first.”

***

“Hi, Olivia Miyazaki,” he said as he put the bouquet of flowers down. “I am sorry it took me months to visit you again. I… I am ok, I guess. And I just wanted to let you know that I got the job..”

Chris held back his tears as he continues. “I… I bought your favourite flowers. I hope you will be proud of me. And I promise I will visit you more often.”

I smiled sadly as my twin brother cleaned up my grave and gave it a kiss before he headed to Mom. “You are one lucky man."