Getting to Her

Getting to Her

Heavy gasps and pants escaped his lips as he continued his long run. His legs were tired; muscles aching from the gradual increase in fatigue. He pushed and squirmed his way through the many people, shouting "Excuse Me!" as loud as he could in that croaky voice of his, ignoring the many strange looks given from the surrounding men and women.

He was late. Way too late. He bit his lower lip. There was no one to be blamed for his delay. It was his entire fault. His stupid fault for being too preoccupied with his work that he had not notice it was already long past nine. When he had finally did, there was only fifteen minutes left to ten. Hence, the first thing he did was run out of his cubicle in the office and ran down eight floors instead of waiting for the lift. Not having an athletes' built, it was not surprising that he was wheezing badly after just a few mere minutes.

But he could not stop to catch a breath. There was no time for that. This was too important, far too important for him to be taking his own sweet time to his still far away destination. He could not miss this. He absolutely could not miss going over to see his beloved one. It was way past their meeting time, but he knew that she would wait for him. At least until ten…which now was only ten minutes away.

It was a moment of desperation; a matter of life and death. To him, she was like the bright sunshine after a heavy storm; the rainbow that colors the plain blue sky; the light found at every tunnel's end; the sweet brown chocolate chips embedded in every chocolate chip cookie!

He needed her desperately, like Romeo needing his lovely Juliet; like a tune that needed a lyric to be called a song; like a baby needing to suckle upon his mother's breast for milk; like Edward in Twilight that needed his precious Bella to continue his non-existent life!

There was nothing in the world that could stop him! Not even if his legs were to break down from over exhaustion. Not even if the sun refused to shine. Not even if there was a typhoon heading this way. Not even if someone held a shotgun directly over his heart. Not even if God decided to zap the world into millions of particles for some crappy reason! He was going to make it to Starbarks and meet the one and only love of his life no matter what! To him, nothing else had mattered if he could just smell that sweet acrid scent of hers tonight!

After pushing through the doors of his destination roughly, he collapsed in front of the counter, one hand clinging onto the counter top as his legs finally gave way. Running a whole two kilometers in less than fifteen minutes was no walk in the garden. Especially when he was not trained to run a marathon. A relieved smile carved onto his face. He could…at last…see her …

"Haha! Just in time for the last one! Here you go! Your plus-sized hot mocha with extra whipping cream on top; the usual!"

… His sweet, heavenly darling mocha.