Until Tomorrow

A/N: I just had to write this. Saku, if you´re watching this, don´t read it, I think you won´t like it. -ofc you can read it but you´ve been warned.

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“I want to ask you something” he said with a glint in his eyes and a light shade of pink coloring his cheeks.

“Alright, what is it?” she looked up from her computer, stopping what she was doing to listen to him. There was a brief silence.

“No… you´re too busy now, I´ll tell you tomorrow when you´re free” he said with a pleasant smile that reached up to his caramel-colored eyes.

“Until tomorrow, then” she returned the smile and continued sketching what would be another house or luckily a home for somebody.

*

It was past midnight when she finally finished her design, she´d been especially thorough in this one, not that she didn´t put her all in all her designs but this was an important one for her.

She was alone in the fifth floor of the building; her light was the only one on. She hit the print button on the computer and rubbed her eyes with her thumb and index finger yawning as she arched her back against the gray chair.

Bare foot she walked towards the plotter and took a second to see her creation, she smiled to herself pleased with it. And then she went back to her work space, there, she rolled it and put it in a container, it was a long red cylinder.

She wrote a “Hope you like it” on a slip of paper and tucked it in with the blue print then she closed the cylindrical container and took it to another work place. The door or the room was closed. She hung the container that looked like a red quiver on the door knob. A small smile crossed her features.

She put her desk and workspace in order, and then removed her things, the ones that she thought were of no use to anybody, putting them on a big white plastic bag and then stood in the middle of it observing the place for a moment. Quickly she put on her boots, grabbed her bags and coat and headed to the elevator, there she pushed the button to the parking lot under the ground.

“See you” she greeted the security guard once she exited the place on her car.

“Until later” the man waved a hand. She drove away. Once in her apartment she made some hot chocolate and poured some cold milk into it, she sat in her kitchen, a piece of paper in front of her and a pen on her hand, she took a sip of her milk chocolate and then pursed her lips realizing she had nothing to say nor no one to say it to, so, instead of writing a note, she started to draw a cottage and a small garden with many flowers. She finished her chocolate when the clock struck three in the morning. She got up and washed the cup and placed it on the dish rack then walked to her bedroom and turned the lights off

*

The next morning a note on a small envelope was placed on her desk. He noticed as he placed it that her things were not there, her pictures of sunrises and her sketches of flowers and birds were no longer attached to her walls, he looked in her small bookshelf and noticed her books were still there but her drawing pad that she kept on top of it was gone. He found it odd. He left the note there and went to his office. When he got there he found the red blueprint container hanging from his door knob, he immediately opened it. It was an amazing design. He kept the little slip of paper and pinned it to the cork board he had, he smiled to the handwriting.

A few hours later he called her. She never came late even when she´d spent the night working and she hardly ever called in sick. He called her more times than the necessary. He felt his heart to start beating harder.

*

The note remained on her desk as he and a couple of her co-workers marched behind the coffin that carried her body, the people there could be count with the fingers of a person hands. She’d been dressed in white. As she was about to be buried, he went to the coffin.

“I really like you –he whispered in a broken voice- I wanted to know if you´d like to go out with me sometime” his eyes were drowned in tears as he place a thin silver chain with a flower pendant on her hands. He felt the air wasn´t enough.

“Your design was amazing, I really liked it” he bent over and placed a peck on her cold lips and then walked away regretting not telling her what he had wanted to say that other day because for her tomorrow never came.