Vanity Fair and City II (26)

When Peter left, we all felt that there was a hole inside our office. Only after he left did we realize his importance.

He quarreled with our female boss. Our female boss, Kate, is already 36, but Peter is only 27. So when Peter, as an employee, said things loudly in a little irreverent manner, my female boss was angry and…Suddenly, sensibility beat sense, Peter beat the desk heavily and said angrily: “OK, I leave!”

Then, he left, like a wind.

We stared at the whole process, completely speechless.

A hole inside our office, a hole inside some of my colleagues’ hearts…

Peter is a garrulous “female-typed” parrot. He is popular among us, not because we consider him as a prince, but a clown who can always bring laugh to us; an elder brother who can always help us when we girls need help. Some of us do consider him as the potential boyfriend as his pocket is really full…As I have said, he is a garrulous parrot, so he always boosts his new house.

Most of us only rent apartments to live, so Peter’s own house is very eye-catching among girls’ eyes. Those young girls, when Peter was boosting his house, would crowd around Peter like the stars do to the moon. Yes, he is a clown, he is “female-typed”, but his own house will promote his stature among us.

He did invite us to live in his new house to save money… We all knew what he implied: he really needed a girlfriend. But we all shook our heads. It took times. And for me, no matter how time flies by, I won’t. He is just a garrulous “female-typed” parrot. He is not the man I respect. Yes, the rental of my apartment is expensive, but my moral, my value and my parents’ nurture tell me I shall never accept such kind of invitation. I should be loyal, at least, be loyal to myself now.

It is this event that makes me dislike Peter. When he was still a garrulous parrot, I did not dislike him. But when he gave such kind of invitation to me, to some of us, I began to dislike him. I thought I wouldn’t feel anything after he left, but I was wrong.

I did feel that there was a hole inside our office. Maybe I have gotten used to his humorous jokes, his garrulous talking, and his indecent invitation.

Such kind of friend leave, I still feel empty, let alone those friends who have shared something deep in the heart. I just wonder, how can they leave without feeling lost, feeling empty after telling so many true words and sincere ideas.

They strike the chord of the mind, and then go further and further, only leave a hole inside the heart.