Chapter 415 Dream Fulfilled
Brad heard the sound of my guitar, stepped out of his little garden, and walked over to my gate, staring at me without blinking.
He hung out with me for a while, then plopped down in front of me and started chatting.
That day, he asked, "Jane, what do you wanna be when you grow up? An artist? A guitarist? Got any big dreams for the future?"
I strummed my guitar strings, looked up with a big smile, and said, "One day, I wanna buy a house with a big yard, plant a huge tree, and hang a swing on it. During the day, I'll paint, and at night, I'll sit on the swing with my guitar, playing and singing."
I didn't care about fame or fortune, just living life my way was enough.
Years went by, and a lot of my childhood memories faded, but Brad remembered and helped me make that dream come true.
The house was big enough. There wasn't a big tree, but the study had a wall painted with a giant tree. There wasn't a swing, but there was a rocking bed on the balcony.
Brad got me!
In our relationship, Brad gave way more than I did.
My feelings for Brad deepened with each passing day, growing stronger through our constant companionship.
Distance kept us apart, but time brought us closer.
I loved him, he loved me, I missed him, he missed me.
Two years apart might not be as tough as I thought. Maybe it would make our love even stronger.
That night, I acted like a fool, crying and laughing, jumping and dancing.
That night, I hugged the moon Brad gave me, as if I were hugging him, feeling incredibly happy.
That night, I had the sweetest and most comfortable sleep since Brad left.
Waking up in the morning, the moon was still lying obediently in my arms. I turned to touch Brad's spot, the fine texture of the bedsheet felt like his pajamas wrapping his strong body.
Through the morning light shining on the bedside, I seemed to see Brad's handsome smile.
A thought suddenly came to me.
I wanted to record every bit of my life from childhood through drawings, bind them into a book, and keep it well. Then, when my daughter was born in the future, I would take it out and tell her page by page that this was the fairy tale book Brad and I had left for her, the most beautiful feelings and companionship in the world.
She would know how happy I was, and I would tell her to find a boyfriend like Brad in the future.
Thanks to the animation class I audited last time, I would use that method to create my fairy tale book.
So, I started using all my private time to learn comics. I learned and drew at the same time, and the progress was surprisingly fast.
The blue moon was placed in the study, where I spent the most time when I was awake every day. I kept the bank card in my carry-on bag, always with me.
Time flew by, and soon it was the last day of the year.
That day, I only had a public class in the morning, and the rest of the time was mine to spend.
Walking into the classroom, I saw half the students already there, chatting and laughing with each other, their faces lit up with excitement.
They were all buzzing about the New Year's Eve plans, ready to party with their loved ones and friends, welcoming the new year with a bang.
I remembered last year's crowd at the amusement park, girls with cute headbands, boys in festive outfits, and the cheerful music in the air. It made me smile.
Halfway through the class, it started snowing outside. No wind, just tiny snowflakes twirling down like little fairies.
The teacher knew we were all distracted, so he let us do our own thing.
The snow got heavier, and by the time class ended, the ground was covered in a blanket of white, like a scene from a fairy tale.
I hugged my books and wandered alone on the campus path, ending up at the secret spot I hadn't visited in ages.
Last year, it was here that Brad had insisted we start dating.
Everything looked the same, except Brad wasn't there with me.
I missed him so much!
'Brad, how are you? Do you miss me as much as I miss you?
How are you spending New Year's Eve?
It's cold here; is it snowing where you are? Are you staying warm?
Brad, let's hold hands across the distance and celebrate the New Year together.' I lost in thought.
I sat in my usual spot for a long time until my hands and feet were numb from the cold. Then I shook off the snow and walked away, leaving footprints in the white snow.
As the sky darkened, I called my parents to wish them a happy new year and sent messages to my friends on Facebook, wishing them all the best.
Everyone was out celebrating, and the apartment was eerily quiet.
When I stepped out, the lady at the front desk was by the window, talking on the phone with a tender smile on her face.
It was a day filled with happiness and joy.
The streetlights cast a warm yellow glow, and I looked up at the snowflakes dancing in the air. Brad's face seemed to appear, wishing me a happy new year.
Snowflakes landed on my face and melted, cool against my skin. Under the night sky and the lights, I clasped my hands together and sent my sincerest New Year wishes to Brad, far away.
A faint sense of loss filled my heart, but by next year, it would turn into the joy of a long-awaited reunion.
With hope, there was happiness!
I thought, 'Happy New Year, Brad. I hope next year we can enjoy this snowy sky together.'
As I walked, a row of shadows suddenly appeared in front of me, blocking my path.
I looked up in surprise, and familiar faces greeted me, each with a different smile.
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