The small café was cool and comfortably devoid of people. Taking an unoccupied table off to the side next to the window, I sat down as a friendly-looking lady walked up. "Good evenin', hun. What would you like tonight?"
"Just a cup of tea, please." I replied. "Ooh…English, are you?" She asked. "Yes…um, yes I am." I said. "My husband's English, you sound just like him, with your accents and all…Oh, my! I'm rambling again, aren't I?" I just smiled. "I'll have your tea in a moment!" With that, the waitress turned around and walked through a near-by door that swung back and fourth a few times before coming to a rest. Looking at a small calendar hanging on a near-by wall, I couldn't help but remember the date. Had it really been three years since I'd last seen Sydney? It had…Three years since I'd left Syd, completely without warning. Syd had told me to find my teaching job. She knew that's what I'd wanted and planned on... so I left. But I'd known from the beginning that it wouldn't be the same…So it took me three years to admit it to myself?
"Well, this place is just full of people heavy with depressing thoughts tonight, isn't it?" The waitress mused, walking up to my table. I looked up at her, wondering what she meant. "Never mind, sweetie." She said, putting my tea on the table. "Thank you." I said, picking up the cup. "You're welcome dear. Enjoy!" With a small smile, the waitress walked to another table.
Yes, it had been three years. I can still remember most of the last mission we went on together. We were in Greece, searching for Aphrodite's lost necklace. We recovered it and donated it to a local museum. Then, less than three weeks after that, I left.
Why? It hurt me. I loved her, and I knew she didn't love me back, and that killed me. I wish I could go back, just see her again, but I can't get up the nerve. Syd probably has some hansom, young assistant and she's most likely forgotten all about me. But I…I face everyday painfully aware that I love her…
