A girl who worked in a coffee shop ☕

EIGHT

My heart was fresh, throbbing alive, very few things mattered anymore. I look around ; the risen sun, acres of greens, loveliest flowers which I'd never seen before, dew gently spread on them - like a fine lady on a loveseat. And the best part, Edward, waving from ahed. He was so fast, I could barely keep up. 

"I love this " I beamed. 

"I'm glad" he returned my smile, he looked at the top of the mountain and continued "Sometimes I'm thoughtless when I climb, sometimes I can't stop thinking - it's realisation after realisation."

"Which one of those is today?"

"Both."

You either make my heart race or still it. I have never known mediocre emotions with you.

"Come up here, let me show you something", he continued. I followed. 

* * *

Tall trees placed evenly closing together in a big circle looked down upon me, their branches hugging each other, kinda like a sports team huddled together to discuss deep serious strategy. Except the trees looked relaxed, comfortable after knowing each other for years. A tall family.

And a treehouse on one of them. 

Edward came out of it, smiled, and motioned me to climb up the ladder. I returned his smile and began climbing. Really wish he'd match his pace with me. But seeing him from down made me imagine him as a kid playing in the tree house, the little cars and anime stickers stuck to the door, an old fashioned ring doorbell. The board on top of the house in childish handwriting proudly pronouncing Ed's bunglow. 

I wish I'd have known you then. Maybe we would've been friends. There's so much of him that I missed. There's so much of him that i wanna know. 

"We built it while one of our summer holidays. I didn't live here back then, I would come with my family for vacations, back then I'd always wanted to move in here. Now i have."

"We?"

"Me and my 3 friends. They used to live in this town, well one of them still does." he nodded to himself. "Do you want coffee? I have some snacks too here"

"Love to."

I took the liberty to looked around while casting glances at him brewing my coffee on the electric stove, he was making a green tea for himself. The light from the window fell on him, I watch his firm shoulders, stylishly dishevelled brownish hair - now somewhat between dark gold and maroon in the sun. Black jacket and blue jeans, mudded at the ankles, the white Tshirt within, an anchor locket hung around his graceful neck, skin tone like the inside of almonds, his lean figure. Strong arms. 

Shit. I do not ever want to look away.

The inside of the treehouse was spacious and neat. He must come here often for it to be this clean. Handmade wall hangings adorned the roof, a faint wood colour trunk lay on the left side, it wasn't locked so I went through the items - a navy blue jacket ( and old one, it was too small for him now), colourful pebbles, board games, polaroid camera, polaroid photos - I went through the pictures, younger him ( probably when he were about 12) and two other boys, eatinf candy and grinning with their chocolaty teeth. He wore the very same blue jacket in it. There was also one with him standing next to a girl - they looked the same age, shoulder length shiny curly black hair, prettiest eyes.

He came up behind me. "Your coffee's ready" he said, handing me the cup as I turned. He saw me holding the pictures. "Ah these" he said, taking them from me and getting a look himself "I forgot these were here. We made this house together, it was so fun back then."