Err... Parang bitin dude. *pats* for you though.
“So what are you up to these days?” he started.
The setting was vaguely familiar to him, yet it was quite different at the same time. The sunlight seem to creep in a little but never touching her face. He stared back at her; not a thing about her changed except that she seemed a little bit mature and more beautiful. He was stirring his coffee unconsciously patiently waiting for an answer, but she just sat there staring into space and so he went on.
“It was unexpected for me to meet you in a place like this...”
Silence.
“...I mean for you to pop in like this.”
It has been three years since he got a word from her, three years since they parted ways. A small curved formed from her lips. A smile, but it didn't reach her eyes, but it was a smile nonetheless. He remembered that, she used to have braces but it wasn't there anymore. Why won't she speak? He barely felt the knot that has been forming inside his chest, and her silence echoed the increments of his beating heart.
He took one sip of coffee and continued.
“Funny because, I have been seeing a lot of you lately in my dreams, just fragments but...”
The afternoon wind gushed through his face, a slight whisper and was gone. He never thought where he was until he looked around, he looked up in the sky to find that it was a mixture of pastel colors; red, magenta, orange, blue, purple, all waving through the endless horizon. The trees were as green as it instantly turned into ash. The place was desolated in an instant, and all was left is him and her and a sliver of light separating them both.
She leaned forward but not touching the light, she was going to say something, she opened her mouth...
...and he opened his eyes.
The afternoon was humid as any other day would be. He wakes up from the slither of sunlight touching his eye. And prays that it is sweat that is running through his face.
“Again” he thought.
Bits and pieces of her is starting to emerge again from a forgotten past. It has been long buried from deep inside his memories, yet the dreams are becoming more and more unwanted, unrelenting, uninviting.
