It was a chilly, windy dusk at the end of autumn. The sun had not yet set, but there was a streak of purplish pink hue between the sheep wool cloud. The park was almost empty with only a girl sitting on the bench by lonely pond. A breeze blown and the girl went tighten up her scarf on the top of her blazer.
Another girl entered the park, tighten up her waistcoat as she approached the girl on the bench.
"Oh please tell me you didn't just call me to have a nice chitchat in the middle of nowhere like this?" the girl who just arrived grumbled as she sat beside the other girl.
"Really? Nowhere? This is the prettiest park in town," the first girl replied dreamily.
The grumbling girl scanned the surrounding, then she sighed.
"Perhaps it was, one time during summer. And the middle of autumn, when the leaves change color. And how you love it, don't you? When the leaves changing color? I knew it's your favorite time of the year," the girl chuckled before adding, "now look at me, rambling when sitting on a bench in the middle of your windy paradise."
"It took time to get used to, but eventually you will admit that this is pretty," that is the only reply she got.
Silence.
"I'm kind of wishing that we could make the season stays in mid autumn," the first girl said, then sighed.
"Wish. A powerful yet dangerous word, isn't it?" the other one replied as she smirked a little bit.
She tighten her waistcoat, and continued, "I see why it is powerful. Wish could give people hope. And hope is... Hope is like the next best thing someone could have to live their life. The next best thing after getting what you need, that is. After all, hope is something you want, not something you need. But dangerous, why would a wish be dangerous?"
The girl smiled, the kind of smile that would give you chill, "well, don't you see? You said it yourself just then. A wish is usually something that you want, not something that you need."
"And how was that dangerous?" the girl ask curiously, as the other one sigh before replying.
"What if the thing that you want is not something that you need? What if your wish has been granted, but as time passed you realized that it isn't the thing that you want? Would you still be happy then?"
The girl in the waistcoat stayed quiet for a time, thinking of her answer carefully. The other one, however, the one who was asking the question all the time, keep her eerie smile on, with her eyes scanning the skyline dreamily.
Finally, the girl in the waistcoat replied, "now when you see it that way, I think it might be dangerous. I mean, what if you get the thing that you want and you realize that you don't really need it and you under appreciate it? You might not need it now. You might never know when you need it. But what if the thing is gone when you finally need it? It's not like we can reset the whole thing, start over, and plan carefully when to wish which, right?"
"That is the thing with a wish, isn't it?" said the girl as she toyed her own scarf indeterminately, "once it has been granted, no one can take it back. Nor you can know whether you could have it again some time soon."
