The dawn was breaking, and the breeze was calm for a morning dew. I am wandering along the shore. As I paced towards the cliff, I saw a familiar face. It was still dark to recognize who it was, that's why I scurried to have a closer look. Her hair was curly, long and brunette. Deep caramel brown eyes were staring at me. I smiled. It was her. She was back. I started to run and tried to reach her, but the distance between us prolonged. Nevertheless, I kept on running. I examined her pretty face only to find a somber look upon her eyes. Her lips were quivering, as if she might cry. I ran as fast as I could. I kept on calling her name, yet she didn't respond.
"Zeffi!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled. . . but still, she didn't respond. Tears started to fall from my eyes. I had a lot of questions to ask her. I had a lot of things to tell her.
The place started to be warped. Everything around us started to drift away. Everything seemed to be surreal. I couldn't tell whether it was reality or dream.
I was running, until she drifted away. . .
I woke up with the same dream again that started haunting me two years ago. No matter how many times I'd have dreamt of it, every part always felt so real. I could remember every details clearly. I ended up feeling very devastated not to reach her, or not to close the distance between us even just by one centimeter.
After Zeffi and her family left the town, everything was just normal. I hadn't felt her absence. We kept on communicating mostly through email. From the moment I woke up, when I came home after school, before I slept at night, during weekends and holidays, we never missed the chances to tell stories and update each other. Although I missed her presence, we were still connected. That routine went on for two years.
The day came when she suddenly stopped sending emails. I never knew the reason why. I waited for her email everyday. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned to months, until months turned to a year of waiting. Time passed by very slowly.
Knowing how affectionate you were, everyone started to worry when you stopped sending emails. Nobody knew the reason why you suddenly cut the communication between us. But as time passed by, their concerns started to fade little by little. The matter about you being gone was soon forgotten.
Torment and melancholy. A part of me was missing. I felt like I'd had lost something precious, and emptiness was filling me up. It seemed like I have lost my will to live. The girl who taught me how to live and love was gone. Now, tell me what am I supposed to do now? . . . if a life without you wasn't worth living at all.
