He pops out over the wall and walks cautiously towards me. "How did you know I was there?"
"Well I did fell your presence and besides I heard the stick snap when you stepped on it."
"How did you know my name?"
Oh ho ho, he doesn't remember me. "Why are you here?" I turn and look him dead straight in the eye. I change the subject before he realizes who I am. We stare for a while and no response he just keeps looking me up and down with a confused look on his face.
"Ok… If you ain't gonna talk I'm going back inside."
"Wait…don't I know you?" he questions with an outstretched hand to stop me from going inside. I turn back to look at him. "Why… would you say that?"
"You remind me… of someone I used to know… a lost friend. It just your eyes the only person I have seen with those kind of green eyes was years ago and she also had green hair." Oh shit he does remember me; he just hasn't liked the facts that we're the same person. Cause when we were together I had my hair dyed green. My eyes widen, I fidget a little and fold my arms across my chest. I inadvertently lift my left sleeve up showing part of my tattooed birthmark. I notice that has is now gawking and pointing at me.
"What?"
"Your arm! That tattoo" I look down and notice that part of my tattoo is showing. I cover it back up quickly but it's too late he already saw it and is now linking things together. "You….. Is it really you Aimee?"
"Oh so you finally remember me? Huh" I start smiling and look up back at the moon.
"So it is you. You look so different, you look amazing"
"Yeah, you know people do change in 10 yrs. Oh people also do say that the break up diet helps to change someone."
"Has it really been ten years? And what are you doing here?" he walks closer to me as if nothing has ever happened between us.
"Yes it has, and I am here because this is my family"
"What? Your family? You are related to Ichigo?"
"Yes I am. He is my nephew and Masaki is his mother."
"Oh no Aimee I'm sorry."
"Don't be, we all knew it would happen sooner or later. So what do you want exactly, it has to be something because it's almost 1 am."
"Well….I wants you" he grabs my hand and pulls me in for a kiss. I'm so disorientated to stop him for a few moments. His kiss, what memories it has, it was a soft sweet tender kiss. But after so long of not having those kisses it is sort of painful. I find myself returning his kiss as well. I realize what I'm doing and push him away. Trying to stop before anything else happens.
"What? Everything ok?" he is trying to grab back ahold of me.
"Bitch, you left me …so no more kisses" I turn and go back inside trying with all I have not to slam that door. Just leaving him on the porch all alone.