Hypertext Story
It is a cold and breezy night. Streetlights illuminate the sidewalk ahead, the curved moon hangs high in mid-air, and the lush roadside trees seem to be greeting her arrival.
Wearing an oversized black shirt and a pair of pleated pants in navy blue, I thought I look like a runway model, but truly I look like a clown. In my arms, I have a box of milk chocolate with marshmallow fillings, a large bouquet of roses, and a carefully wrapped gift.
Today is a big day. It is her birthday. More importantly, today is the day I confess to my crush.
Although I wasn’t invited to her birthday party, she kindly replied to my text, implying that she would be back before nine.
The gift is a portrait I drew for her.
It is already half-past nine, and she hasn’t shown up yet. I know because I have been standing in front of her apartment building for almost two hours.
I wonder if I should head back home or keep waiting.
