The memory brought him down to his knees. He could feel a hole in his heart. No matter how many times he tried, it could never be filled. In his dreams, she was the only one he saw. Her black hair looked softer and longer since the last time he saw her. Her eyes were deeper, bluer and contained tears of sadness and loneliness. He begged the gods to erase his memory, to save him from this unbarring pain but they never responded. Instead, they left him back in the mortal world. An old soul locked in an old body. He wandered around, knowing he didn't have a purpose, a goal in life to achieve. Until she passed him.
The wild and strong wind slammed on windows like anger and bitterness. The stream of rain was thousands of tears running down from the rooftop. He swiped off the mixture of sweat and rain on his face. The warmth was glowing from outside the cafe shop, calling him in. He could use a rest. He inhaled the coffee smell when he opened the door.
"Can we get you anything else?" The waitress took away the drink menu after he ordered a cup of cappuccino. He shook his head slightly, giving her a weak smile. What drained his energy? While waiting, he eyed around the shop, looking for something to distract him from his thought. He saw young couples smiling at each other, hands entwined. He turned back to where he was sitting, starring at the empty seat in front of him. The waitress put down the coffee before him.
"Enjoy" The girl said, but he didn't pay any attention. He was busy, too busy looking at how the smoke from his cup clung on the window, fading his window's vision. He wiped the blurry steam, listening to the sound of falling rain. The heavy rain blocked his view of the street, but he could still see the vaguely gleam light coming out from the girl. The rain poured down, but she wasn't affected by it at all. He ran his hands through his hair even though it made his hair looked like a complete mess. Was he going out of his mind? Could this be one of his imaginations about her? The vacancy between them seems so close. She was just a few inches away from him, distanced by the window's glass. The girl was about to start her Harley's engine. He pulled out from his pocket a few bucks and threw it on the table, scrambled on his feet through the door.
"Excuse me?" He took his chances. He knew his head was aching, his stomach was groaning, but the feelings disappeared the moment she turned back. He waited his whole life - his whole new life, actually, to see her again. Will she recognize him? Will she recognize the friend, the family she had in her shattered childhood? His look hasn't changed. His dirty blonde hair was still messy and his eyes were just as blue as her. He wanted to see it again, to see his reflection in that blue intense color. He missed getting lost in those eyes. His heart pounded against his chest, so loudly he wasn't sure if she could hear it. The girl turned around, lowered her helmet.
"What?" He heard the anger in her voice. It brought him back to the past. When they were too young. Too young to know, to treasure what they had had together. They were only kids.
"I'm sorry." He waved his hands in defense. "I thought I mistake you for someone else." It was her. He could recognize the eyes, the hair, the expression. Everything. He forced a smile. That smile was hinted with his pain, his sadness. What was he doing? Did he deserve to be with her? The black haired girl turned away. She didn't hesitate to sit back on the Harley. She put back her helmet and started the engine again. He turned around, walking away from his dream. Hands in his jeans' pockets, he kept on walking. He didn't know where he was heading, but the echoes inside his head didn't allow him to think. But he didn't hear the Harley drove away. He didn't look back to check. Her voice from behind woke him up.
"Luke?"