As usual, I pick the seat in the corner of the coffee shop, near the window. It is a seat for two but I decided to sit there alone - I usually sit there with someone else though. The shop is not really crowded but the workers there are very busy taking care of the customers. A few moments later, the pretty red-haired waitress walks to my table and serve a cup of black coffee which is the one I have always order each time I go there.
"You're alone this time? How unusual!" she says.
Hearing that, I only nod my head once with a forced smile, just trying to be polite. After taking a sip to my coffee - I don't like to have my coffee with sugar, I stare on the seat across mine. A picture of a girl appear in my mind. Her medium brown hair falls perfectly and the pink color decorate her cheeks - not make up. She was smiling at me. Oh how I miss that smile.
But I need to forget her. I need to.
I take another sip from the cup and glance outside the window but this does not help at all. My gaze stops at a girl across the street who looks very similar to her from behind. Just to make sure that it is not her, I keep looking at her closely. But when she turns her head, a totally unfamiliar face is shown. Somehow, rather than feeling relieved, I feel disappointed. I know I should not feel this way but I just do and I cannot help it. A man from behind then shows up and walks toward her. He grabs her hand, smiles and pulls her. The girl smiles back at him and they both walk to a bookstore nearby.
The sun is nowhere to be found and the air feels cold - even I, who is inside a warm place feels that it is cold. Those happy people outside does not seem to be bothered by this. I then gaze at the sky. The cloudy sky. Just like my heart.
The most important girl in my life is leaving this place, this country.
I grab my phone from my pants' pocket. I unlock the screen and a picture of a man with a wide silly smile and an angry girl next to him shows up as the phone's wallpaper. Even I cannot believe that this guy here in the photo is me, myself - and of course the girl next to me is my girl, or should I say used to be. I remember that day when I took this photo. She was not really angry, but just pissed because I was being 'mean' to her.
People know me as a serious person who barely smile yet this picture tells otherwise. Of course, it is definitely because of the girl. I feel even sadder now. No matter what I do, everything just reminds me of her.
I stand up from the chair, take out my key to my motorcycle parked outside, left some money on the table and leave the place. I hop on my motorcycle and drive it fast.
Soon enough, I arrive at my apartment. I put my helm on the table nearby and I notice a letter lying on the ground. I open the letter uninterested. But when I start reading it, I know it is a letter from her. She was here.
My heart stops a moment when I finished reading the letter. Without wasting any more time, I rush back out and go straight to my motorcycle. I forgot my helm and unfortunately, it starts to rain. Without paying any attention to it, I drive fast. Much faster than before.
When I arrive at her place, she has already left. Then I ride to the airport. On the way, I recognize a car. Her car. Still riding, I get closer to the car. On the driver seat, I see someone who is definitely not the person I am looking for because it is an old man. On the back of the car, I see her. I shout to her, trying to get her attention and I get it. She looks shocked and looks away instantly. I tell her to stop, and the driver too but they refuse to.
Without thinking, I ride to the front of the car, trying to stop the car but because of the rain, I slip and lose my balance and fall to the ground. I slide on the hard road and fortunately the car stops before it runs over me. I can hear the door of the car opens and closes and I see her worried face. I take her hand which is already reaching for me and hold her closer to me.
"Don't leave me!"
The tear that has never fall this 18 years is now falling with nobody can stop it. I squeezed her hand tight and not letting go. She does not resist but holds me back tighter. I sit up and look at her face. She is crying, just like I am. I then hold her chin and pull her face closer to mine and land my lips hard on hers. Once again, she does not resist.
