I had walked with this girl, we found out more about each other as the time progressed. She was a high school student, almost finished her last year, just like me. She had seemed oddly familiar, but I shrugged it off until I realized we were going to the same place. As we stepped out of the train at the outdoor station, the crisp morning air tickled her face pink, and it sent slight chills down my spine. I enjoyed the fresh smell; the smell you could only attain in the mornings after the misty rains. It was crisp, natural; it reminded me of a place I used to be.
Back at my original home, the home where I was born and stayed until I was 8 years old. I used to run outside upon waking up, not caring of anything. My only requirement was to go sit on the edge of the still grey lake and listen to nature waking up from its slumber. Silence would be overwhelming, but at the same time it was comforting. The birds could be heard over the steady breeze and the relaxing splash of water every now and then. I could never spot what made the splashes, it was either the water hitting the rocky banks or the fish splashing upwards like they usually did, but each time I was always searching for the opposite. When the fish rose up, I was looking at the rocks. When the rocks created the splash, I was looking at the fish. At times I could`ve sworn, when I was looking at neither, they would both happen at the same time. It would be like that until my family called me in for breakfast.
In the end, it seems like the odds have never been in my favour. I just now realized this as I recalled the story of the lake shore and the fish. As a child I always thought of that little ordeal as a petty little game, not serious at all, just a way to pass the time with serenity. But now that I've grown up and have my experience, I know that it wasn't a game. The lake shore and the rocks were taunting me, warning me of the future, and how I'll never see life coming, how I'll always be taunted with things out of my reach. Suddenly the treasured memories of bliss were haunted and bitter.
I had a strong urge to just look back at moments and now decipher whether or not they were good or bad, now that I think about them. But that would have to wait, I had company, and she was a nice girl. I wouldn't want to upset her by ignoring reality. I turned to her and smiled, and she looked at me with the same expression.
"Don't you love mornings like this?" She asked, her voice calm and serene. "…Yes and no," I replied truthfully. She flung her head in my direction, looking up at me with those jade eyes. "-It brings back memories; bittersweet memories." She looked at me and grinned with a sad look in her eyes as I trailed off, lost in my thoughts. "I understand." She simply said, grabbing my attention. "It's the same for me." She smiled again. I noticed she clutched her book tighter for some reason, and I noticed I had done the same.
Then I saw it. It was the school- My school, and she was heading the same direction. Now I know where I've seen her before, she was that close to me and yet…
At least we met on circumstance, maybe we could talk at lunch. It was as if she read my mind like she read a book. "Hey, you go here? Maybe we can talk during lunch, or free-period." She offered.
Obviously I accepted.