"Do I... Know you?"
I looked into the hardened eyes of Len. It was cautious, suspicious and dead - Unable to recognise my face, the face that had brightened up when it saw any trace of him, even a silhouette that was similar to his, the face that he had caressed and kissed. I felt numbed. I didn't feel angry, or heartbroken or upset. I just felt so emptied out. I should feel that overflow of feelings, a desire to hit him or scream at him or grab his hand and yell, "Why don't you remember me?" But I took this whole situation in another way.
"No, you don't."
I smiled, in a professional manner like my job had required, and I looked right into his eyes, lying through my teeth. In a teasing voice, I even addeed, "Perhaps you're just interested in me?"
His dead eyes stared back into mine. No trace of forgiveness or love like the past. Just pure clear greenish, almost gray eyes.
"I just wondered whether I know you."
He turned, and walked away, the familiar sight of his shadow getting shorter leaving impact on me. His voice lingering in my ears, yet I couldn't bring myself to feel the same depth of emotion before.
I turned to the opposite direction and walked away as well.