It starts with Anika. She is a married women, living in the suburbs of the busy city of Sydney with her husband. But when she gets news that her grandmother isn't well, she doesn't hesitate in going back to her small home town of Airlie Beach, Queen...
Our eyes on each other. But within a matter of seconds, mine look away. Looking down. Just at anything that isn't him. I feel the speed of my heart increase at an incredible rate, breath caught in my throat, my hands shaking. I can't talk. I can't say anything.
Please, forgive me Michael.
I look back up at him. His stare is still upon me. A look of shock is seen all over his face too. I wonder if he knew I was back in town, somehow finding out. It is a small town, after all. He wouldn't want to see me. Of course he wouldn't. Why would he? I would love to get into his mind right now. To be able to take apart all his thoughts, both new and old. To have a clear look in whatever he may be thinking in this moment. Talk Anika, speak to him.
". . Mi . . Mi . . Michael . . " I stutter, struggling.
But finally getting it out. I haven't spoken his name in 10 years. My eyes on his, but this time, I will not look away again. His face shocked still, but then it changes. It softens. He smiles. It's like the shock has suddenly worn off as he appears to have taken a mental note that it's me he's looking at. After all these years. I am looking at him. He is really here. His eyes blinking every now and again. He wasn't expecting to see me, nor me to see him. It's a shock for the both of us.
". . Anika . . hello . . " Michael says softly.
My lips move, going to speak but it's like no sound comes out. I'm just so nervous. His mouth turning back into that beautiful smile that I always remembered him to wear often.
"How have you been? . . " He asks me gently.
I look at him. Up and down then back up again. I take my own mental notes of him. His voice remaining the same. Those piercing brown eyes of his still have that sparkle. My eyes look down again before making their way back up into his hypnotising stare. His hair is different now. His curls are no longer as they are now replaced with a shorter style. Very handsome. And his skin is much more fair as well then the last time I saw him.
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Wow. He is gorgeous.
"I have been fine, thank you Michael . . " I say, this time saying it more clearer.
I just can't believe it. After all of this time of thinking back. Remembering my life here, remembering my past . . remembering him. His smile, his laugh, his voice, even his smell. After I have been completely torturing myself for years. Michael is in front of my eyes. My heart pounding. From fear and genuine shock. And after convincing myself that he like me, moved away. But he didn't. He is still here. I'm completely lost for words now. My mind is blank. I don't know what to say to him. I can't even look at him. I feel as though I have no right. I look away from his eyes once again. I'm so sorry Michael. I am so ashamed. I feel him in front of me suddenly. Everyone, everything around us has stopped.
