Love Began with the First Meeting

Amsterdam, the Netherlands.

It was a sunny day.

Becky basked in the sunlight on the meadow in the farmland, surrounded by sheep which kept jumping and bleating merrily.

The wind, bringing with it the sweet smell of grass, gently touched Becky's cheeks as it blew lightly across the farmland. Everything about that afternoon added to her bright mood.

Becky lazily ran her hand over the surface of the table. She did it with her cell phone in her hand. A feeling of thirst possessed her and her hand reached for the glass of juice on the table. She slowly took a sip. Contrary to the sweetness of the juice, she felt bitter.

Becky was waiting for Brian's message. Time ticked by, one minute after another. But the cell phone stayed silent. Five minutes had passed. But still nothing from Brian.

"Cindy," said Becky while looking towards Cindy's direction. She felt the table with her hands and tried her best to place the glass on it as steadily as possible. She was almost blind and was only capable of seeing blurry shadows which she could just barely distinguish from the darkness that surrounded her. It was impossible for her to recognize anybody even if someone stood right in front of her. "Brian hasn't texted in quite a while. He has never done this before."

with sympathy, feeling sorry for her helplessness. Enraged by Brian's ignorant behavior, Cindy got up from the deck chair immediately. "Becky,

lusterless eyes indicated the blankness of her

Brian's whereabouts was always a mystery. Where could

mounting sadness in her heart. Then she swallowed to dismiss the lump in her throat. "I called

Dragon Island?" asked Cindy.

before saying,"Cindy, Brian seldom stays

knew that, of course. She only mentioned it to give Becky some

She was in low spirits as she looked across the meadow solemnly, although she could see nothing. Her fingers ran over the cell phone once again. In the span of the past month, she had gradually gotten accustomed to

mocking smile on Becky's lips. Taking a deep breath, she put her trembling fingers on the cell phone again and

memories crawled into her mind. With her hands trembling, she pressed the key to

Brian stayed silent all the way. His face had turned dark ever since he had received the first text from Becky. Soon, his cell phone chimed again, to notify him about a new message. He held the cell phone so tight that the bandaged wound in his hand opened up. It bled to dye the white bandage scarlet red.

could tread easily on Brian's footprints. Sensing the change in Brian's