“Hey! Jane” I wave my hands and shouted to
a dark shadow far away from me. The shadow there seems to be my friend. The
person there is ambiguous. It’s already past the appointed time and I finally
see her. “Jane, is that you?” even though I has started asking, I already
verify that the person must be her. No one else would walk to a lonely street
in the early morning, which the sun has just risen. She seems silence and calm,
and her vision is not turning to me.
I dash to her with my loudly calling for
my dear friend and the exaggerated waving. Why she hasn’t noticed me
yet? I feel confused and feel a little bit aggrieved. Her late arrival and her
indifferent attitude make me to consider if she cares about me. She looks like
a quiet machine, which would never respond my passion. Have I done anything
wrong? Why she ignores me? I definitely feel extremely disappointed and heart
broken.
I stop walking, and a gust of wind comes to
my back. “What?” I’m been frightened. “What are you looking for dude? I’m here,
and sorry for being late.” So what is that shadow? I ask myself. However, it
doesn’t matter, and I would never tell her about my mistaken identity.
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