Five years later
Flor took a break at a café near the art museum she was working at. There were no seats left, except for a chair beside a stranger.
Flor approached him and asked if she could sit beside her. The man, without looking up, nodded.
As Flor sipped her cappuccino, she took out a notebook where she had been sketching a drawing of a mountain that had a face for a silhouette.
The stranger couldn't help but peep, quietly amazed at Flor's talent.
"I plan to paint it," Flor said as she noticed him staring. "It's called 'memory of the mountains.'"
"Memory... must be nice, eh? Having memories must be nice."
Flor raised her brows, puzzled.
"Oh, I was in a coma for five years before I lost all my memories."
"Oh. I'm sorry!"
The stranger shook his head.
"No! It's fine. I was actually lucky. They said I was a miracle boy. After I met an accident, I was dead for a while but the doctors were able to revive me. I've been asleep since then."
"Oh, you really don't remember anything?"
"There's one thing I remember. My name."
"Your name?"
"It's Karl," he said, with a familiar smile that had nothing to do with the shape of his lips.
"Karl with a K."
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RomantizmCarl, an angel, has always wondered what's it like to be a human. His curiosity is satiated but his expectations are unmet. He realizes that the human world... sucks. He wants to return to the Heavens but he would need help from a human. He turns to...
