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It's a cold February night. People are bustling through
the streets, either pulling up their coat collars or wrapping
scarves around their necks, trying to stay warm. It's so
cold today. I'm standing at my window, looking at the people
moving like little dots. Standing in a heated room, I'm
beginning to pity those people. Why don't they go home?
Do they plan on wandering until morning?
"Almost time to go home! My boyfriend must be going
crazy." One of the nurses breathe a sign of relief.
"Still needs to work overtime on Valentine's Day. It's
so unfair!"
"You are fortunate." Another nurse says.
"Some people don't have anyone waiting for them."
"You mean Dr. Shu?" Like Sherlock Holmes, my ears
perk up when I hear my name.
"Do you remember how she lost control on this day last
year?"
"Of course I do." A nurse shudders.
"I've never seen Dr. Shu like that. Crying and yelling,
like she was crazy." They are talking about how I was
last year. They are correct. I was out of control, like
they said.
"You can't blame Dr. Shu. If my boyfriend died in front
of my eyes, I would probably go crazy as well."
"Keep it down. She hasn't left work yet. She might
hear you." The two nurses are too late. I heard the
entire conversation through the canvas wall.
"Dr. Shu, what are you doing standing here?"
Just as I was deciding whether or not to reveal myself,
another nurse exposed me. I awkwardly step out. The 2 nurses
who discussed me start to blush. Their faces became redder
than the bow on the box of Valentine's Day chocolates.
"I'm waiting to go home." I pretend that I didn't
hear anything.
"Dr. Shu, you must have gotten too involved in your
work. It's already past time to go home. See you tomorrow.
Happy Valentine's Day!" She waves goodbye.
"Happy Valentine's Day." I wave back and watch
the 2 nurses hurry away. That's fine. I was ready to go
home anyway. Even though no lover is waiting for me, at
least there's a lazy cat waiting for me to feed.
After I reached home, the first thing I did was to feed
the cat. I forgot when I first had the cat. Probably since
last year's Valentine's Day. At that time, I was like an
abandoned cat, with eyes filled with despair. Cats don't
cry, I do. That's the only difference.
"Better drink all the milk or I'll skin you."
I threatened the cat. Her name is Christine, my least favorite
English name. I don't know why I named the cat Christine.
Christine meowed once to let me know she heard me, but her
eyes are complaining about the severity of my tone. Her
eyes remind me of someone I used to know, standing in front
of me with eyes full of rebellion.
A year ago today, I had lunch with my boyfriend and took
the opportunity to complain to him.
"Today is Valentine's Day. Why didn't you give me any
flowers?"He raised his eyebrow.
"Why should I give you flowers? You are not my anyone."
"Then... you should at least give me a card!"
I pouted my lips, hurt by his tone.
"I know, I know. After lunch, I'll send you an e-card."
E-card. That sounds so impersonal, but that's the way he
is.
"You have to e-mail it to me. I'll be waiting."
I smiled excitedly and planned to sneak home after lunch
to check my e-mail. Even though he wouldn't use any romantic
words, I still looked forward to the card.
"I can't stand you women. Why do you make such a big
deal out of Valentine's Day??" He grumbled while eating
his food. His comment induced me to argue with him again.
"You are not romantic at all!! Don't you watch any
Japanese drama?"
"Japanese drama? I only watch Discovery Channel."
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