Out Cold/Transcript
Narration | A light breeze causes the naked branches overhead to rattle like wooden windchimes.
This is a popular retreat for couples in the summer. The deciduous trees provide a beautiful green canopy, far out of sight of teachers and fellow students. |
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Hisao | Just how long am I expected to wait out here, anyway? I'm sure the note said 4:00 PM. |
Narration | Ah yes... the note... slipped between the pages of my math book while I wasn't looking. As far as clichés go, I'm more a fan of the letter-in-the-locker, but at least this way shows a bit of initiative. |
??? | Hi... Hisao? You came? |
Narration | A hesitating, barely audible question. However, I recognize the owner of that dainty voice instantly. |
Hisao | Iwanako? I got a note telling me to wait here... it was yours? |
Narration | Dammit. I spent all afternoon trying to come up with a good line and that was the result. Pathetic. |
Iwanako | Ahmm... yes. I asked a friend to give you that note... I'm so glad you got it. |
Narration | A shy, joyous smile that makes me so tense I couldn't move a single muscle even if I tried. My heart is pounding now, as if it were trying to burst out from my chest and claim this girl for itself. |
Hisao | So... ah... here we are. Out in the cold... |
Narration | Once again, the wind stirs up the branches. The cacophonous noise is music to my ears. Iwanako flinches ever so softly against the gust of wind. |
Iwanako | You see... ...I wanted to know... |
Narration | I stand there, motionless, save for my pounding heart. I want to say something in reply, but my vocal cords feel like they've been stretched beyond the breaking point. |
Iwanako | ... Hisao? |
Narration | I reach up to try to massage my throat, but this only sends spikes of blinding pain along my arms. |
Iwanako | ... Hisao?! |
Narration | My whole body freezes, save for my eyes, which shoot open in terror. |
Iwanako | ... HISAO! |
Narration | The beating in my chest suddenly stops, and I go weak at the knees. The world around me - the canopy of bare branches, the dull winter sky, Iwanako running towards me - all these fade to black. |
[Next Scene: Bundle of Hisao]