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Chapter 3

I've never believed in fate, but now, I'm not so sure. I was always so sure of how alone I was, that I never bothered thinking otherwise.

Today started out like any other day would for me: normal, uninteresting, and to be honest, perfectly boring, but it ended up being one of the most life-changing days of my life.

Business in the coffee shop wasn't exactly slow, but it wasn't blooming either. The shop was family owned, and I was allowed to read or study as long as I didn't neglect the customers. After all, I was a student who still needed to pay her tuition fees.

A bell placed above the door alerted me to someone entering that day, and I looked up. The first thing I saw was eyes. Eyes so deep and fathomless blue, eyes so cold and distant, that I almost looked away.

Why?

It was you.

After all these years, after all this time, you're here, standing six feet away from me, and I'm here, gaping up at you.

"Are you just going to stand there staring? Aren't you going to take my order?" you ask, your voice just as cold as your eyes.

My whole world shattered. Of course you wouldn't recognize me. All the hope I had was gone as you said those words. I was so stupid to think you would actually care, to think you would actually look. To believe you would actually remember me.

"O-of course, what would you like sir?" I ask you, not meeting your eyes.

"Black coffee." You say, and then walk over to a table and sit, taking out your laptop from your infamous suitcase.

"Of course, sir." I say, fixing the coffee, in a robot-like trance. I had my hopes and doubts, I shed my tears and I had my dreams, but now, I know just how stupid I really was.

I was so stupid to think you would ever remember me. I was such an idiot to think you were still the little boy I still so often dreamt about. And to be honest, I know how much you hated your parents for leaving you alone with Mokie, I know how much your past plagued you.

I was there.

You were so strong for your brother, you were so happy. But inside, you were hurting just like me. I remember the times we would sneak out in the middle of the night, and you would push me on the swings. We would talk well into the night, totally vulnerable, yet so strong, because we had to be.

I told you my hopes, my dreams, and my fears. I told you what I thought my future would be like if I could control it. "You, me, and Mokie are gonna be together forever and ever and we wont have to worry about people adopting us and there wont be an orphanage, and we can be the parents Mokie always wanted" I once said.

You smiled. "That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

I look at you now, furiously typing away on your state-of-of-the-art laptop, and I wonder to myself: do you ever remember those hopes and dreams we once shared together?

Do you ever remember the times we spent comforting each other or the times you held me and wiped away my tears?

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