"Oh, wow, he's cute." she said to herself, watching him skate by on his rollerskates a couple of times.
"Wait.."
No. No. It couldn't be. It can't..
It's him. What right did he have to be here? None at all.
He was just a dream, as easy to lose as a feather in a storm. He moved, didn't he? Not very far away, just to a nearby town, but he still moved!
Well, it is a public place.. her more logical side tried to reason.
So?
He has as much of a right to be here as you.
But not while I'm here!
She was starting to stagger a bit, but she decided to follow him anyways, just to make sure.
Yep. Just as she remembered him. Chiseled, blonde, with a great sense of style. As well as eccentric. He was skating quickly, and dancing a bit as well, even though he was by himself.
Despite the threatening panic attack, she managed to smile at that.
She kept following him around, until he disappeared. She went to the corner of the room, with the benches and the scene crowd nearby.
It suddenly hit her. She had seen him after two years. Two years of finally not being tied down by a hopeless love, and there he was. Tears brimmed the outline of her eyes.
Why are you even panicking? It's not like you're going to talk to him, you're just going to leave, and then he's going to leave, and life will go on.
Suddenly he was there again, skating by, looking angelic.
No, it can't be him. It isn't him. It isn't him. was to be her mantra for the night.
And, as it turned out, it worked in convincing her it wasn't him.
And life did in fact move on.
Author's Note: This is just a recollection of what happened to me one night. I stopped writing it for a long time, so I lost the passion about 2/3 of the way through the story. xD Sorry, just a one shot. I don't post on FanFiction to get views and reviews and entertain and stuff, I do it for my own personal logging.