The tears burned like lava as they gurgled down my face.

His voice …his voice was as tangible as the aches and hardships of life.

His eyes traveled like the waves do when they reach the dry shore, up and down- indecisive, like this moment.

As he came closer my pulse rioted in my ribs and a single breath died in my lungs. And though I thought my hardest and tried my bestest I couldn't find an explanation as to why I was so fidgety.

When he said my name it felt like the wind paralyzed in a solitary gaps around my face, freezing me in place. All I could do was gap in wonder. It was utterly and completely ridiculous. I believed that in moment there was no possible way for me to look less of a fool. I was destined to be one forever.

His grace had no bottom and just as I remembered it to be fifteen years ago. Though I had not seen him since it was as if he was frozen in time.

His stride was just as elegant as he shortened the remainder distance between us.

The sun was finding its bed at the bottom of the earth and it was almost pitifully that such a magnificent orb would cling his silhouette as he made his return. Did nature also kneeled before him?

It was strange, I thought in my head, that I took no mind in my appearance. It was no lie that my days as an appealing child had reached its end and although many suspected I would grow into a beautiful woman I have failed to accomplish anything but. I am less than average, so that I can't even find words to describe myself. Maybe the only reason why I still haven't married. Men want beautiful women. Perhaps being in his presence again reminded me that he wasn't a judging man as most are… possibly because he was no man.

He was close- so, that I could refresh my memory and relive my past.

In three more seconds he would be standing in front of me.

One.

I should say something memorable, I told myself.

Two.

Maybe pronounce his name. I haven't in so long…

Three.

I sighed, his eyes heavy rocks that tied around my neck.

I opened my mouth then thought particularly in what I intended to communicate. A silver of a thought came to mind.

"I,"I said slowly so he wouldn't miss anything, "hate you."

He looked calm, not affected in the leasr. It burned my chest even more… with longing, with sadness, with hatred. I have not seen him in fifteen years and it hurt that he abandoned and betrayed me in this forsaken village but it hurt even more that he was not even affected by this- by my words, by my presence. Who does he think he is? Simply returning as if he couldn't differentiate years from days?

"I hate you!" I screamed as a surge of pain was revoked in my heart.

Slowly the earth started to shake, the sensation under my feet instantly paralyzing me. When I looked up I saw his face crumpling, turning to dust and slowly disappearing. I only made out the words as they left their lips and he unhurriedly turned into nothing.

As I wake I could still hear his words in my head. "I'm sorry."

I sat up, trying to assert myself in the present. I breathed in, controlling my heart rate. This was the first time I dreamed of him. I never had before-not even after left me. The elder's say that dreams are visions of the future. I wasn't quite sure I believed that. It just seemed as improbable as the moon crashing on the earth.

I ended up telling myself that it was just a dream, nothing more.

I laid down in my cot and turned to the side, curling. Curling always made me feel better, it made me feel small. If I could just curl until I disappear. If I could just…

I felt something burn at my face before I realize I was crying.

I heard the words again in my head. They played like a symphony of instruments- growing loud then low. My tears come a little more quickly.

Suddenly I shot up as I hear him, not in my head, or in a dream. In real life. Outside the small curtain that served as a door I saw a white figure.

I listened again, not trusting myself completely. But then "Rin."