It was almost like a dream, seeing him again. He turned around and locked the door. Turned around, and saw her.
"K-Katey?" he said walking toward her.
"Javier." She said with a light smile.
He rushed toward her and embraced her.
"I never thought- What are you doing here?" he said grinning.
"It's a long story. Could we talk somewhere in private?"
"Yeah, come with me."
"Don't listen to her, Javier. She's getting married!" Carlos screamed at his brother.
Javier looked at her.
"What?! No I'm not." She turned to Javier. "You're the one who's married."
"No, I'm not." Javier said. "Carlos, you told her I was married?"
Carlos stood there, almost sulking.
"Let's go." Javier said putting his arm around Katey and leading her out the door.
He walked down the street to his car and opened the door for her. It was silent. He stared out the windshield, and she stared at him.
"I'm sorry about Carlos."
"It's okay." She said.
"No, it's not. He's just been so... I don't know. He's been different, yet the same. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yes."
Then he looked at her as if he were just realizing she were there.
"I can't believe you are here. It almost feels like a dream or something."
"I know." She said, tears filling her eyes.
"Let's go somewhere." Javier started the car and drove down to the ocean.
"So..." Katey began, not knowing what to say as they sat there in silence.
"I have missed you." He said.
"I've missed you too."
"Are you married?"
"No! Not even close!" she laughed. "Are you?"
"No. Not even close." He smiled. Then he grew serious. "Katey, I have to know, why are you here? Now?"
"I wanted to see if
you were all right." She repeated for the hundredth time.
"How
are you?"
"I can not complain really. A lot of people have it a lot worse than I do."
"Tell me anyway."
"Mama died a couple of years ago. We couldn't afford to keep the house, so we moved."
"Javier, I'm so sorry."
He smiled weakly.
"Thank you."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I did."
"No, you didn't."
"I
wrote to you about it once."
"Why did you stop writing me?
"I didn't. You stopped writing me."
"No, I never."
"Carlos." He said, clearly disturbed. "He must have hidden them from me."
"He must have kept the letters you wrote to me as well."
"It doesn't matter, you are here now."
"Yes, I am."
"What has been happening in your life since you have been away?"
"Well, as you know, I've been going to University. I graduated, last night, actually."
"And you came here today?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I was afraid something had happened to you."
He leaned in and kissed her.
"I'm going to University too." He said.
"Javier, really? That's wonderful!"
"I go to school during the day, and work at night. I work at the school some days, but others I have class."
"That's really great, I'm so proud of you."
"I'm proud of you."
They stared at each other in the moonlight, flooded by memories and desires. They both ached for each other.
"This is like a dream." He said, as if reading her mind.
