We Meet Again

First Look

"Maybe in another lifetime."

That's what Lola and I told each other every time, hoping that in the next lifetime, there would be some type of miracle that would make us end together once and for all, that would make us live happily ever after, but every time, a disappointment followed.

I met Lola Kazinsky in college, she was studying astrophysics while I studied psychology, at the same university, Columbia. She was love at first sight, her ginger hair, and how it matched perfectly with her smile and the way she lit up the room, but I could tell she was sad, bothered by something. Did she realize that her friends are just fake friends? Didn't get that raise she wanted? Failed a class or a test?

"What are you looking at?" Nova asked. My girlfriend Nova. I dismissed her question by kissing her lips.

Nova is my high school sweetheart, she's visiting California for the holidays. I don't really know how I feel about Nova, she has always been very nice to me, but she didn't make me feel like Lola did with that one glance at her.

"I'll see you tomorrow, babe." She got on her tiptoes and kissed me.

I went back to the restaurant, looking around for her. I even asked the waitress, but she was gone.

The next day, Nova and I went to the park.

"You want some ice cream, babe?" I asked. She nodded.

Nova's ice cream order has always been vanilla. Basic bitch.

She kissed my cheek with the ice cream in hand when I lifted my look, and there she was, laughing. Sitting over a blanket, pushing her glasses up while flipping the page of her book.

That's when I knew Lola Kaczynski was Lola Kacynski.

I sat in the car preparing myself to tell Nova something I never had the courage to do despite having this feeling for years, "Nova," I called. "I think we should break up."

"What?" She asked. I repeated, "Why?" Tears are now forming in her eyes.

"I jus-just, I'm almost done with college, and I really wanna focus on that, you know?"

"Asshole." She stormed before I could say anything.

I stared out the window as she one last time looked back at me.

The next few days, all I could think about was the girl in the park, and I went out to look for her until I did. Sat at the Nous coffee shop typing on her computer, and rapidly switching to a pen. She sat there for three hours until she picked up her computer and notebook, waving goodbye to the blonde waitress. I followed behind her until she went inside the supermarket. She picked up spaghetti sauce, lasagna pasta, shredded parmesan cheese, and some meat.

Then, she went home, desperately trying to unlock the door to her apartment.

Her apartment had a big window in her kitchen that looked out to the street.

She placed her computer over the counter top, and clapped her hand together before taking the stuff out of her bag, tying her hair up, playing music, and starting to cook.

She danced through the whole kitchen to Billy Idol maybe.

After she finished, she walked out the kitchen.

Lola Kaczinsky

My 4am alarm clock blared through my ears.

I sat on the side of my bed pondering at the ground until I finally had the energy to get in the shower. After showering, I changed and cooked a healthy breakfast, ready to go to the gym. I was there for two hours before I headed home, and started my homework for next week.

When Amanda called and asked if I wanted to go to the club with them to which I agreed.

In high school, I was always partying, there wasn't a weekend where I wasn't at a party, but I never really liked the idea of getting drunk with strangers. My sister, Ciara, was killed three years ago by a drunk driver. She was heading to her dorm room when a car spun off and crashed right into her. Ciara was rushed to the hospital but died in the ambulance.

She and I were close, we would fight every day, but her death struck everything in me.

I guess, I always looked up to her, she was my hero. She was smart, caring, kind, energetic, and pretty, and I well, before her death, I was a nobody, but when she died, I decided that I would become her, and people loved me for it. I became popular. I was in the yearbook's Miss Popular section for three years in a row, and people told me I reminded them of her.

Ciara loved space and everything that had NASA written over it. She always said her dream was going to the moon and bringing a star back down with my name written on it. We were both high, but it went something along those lines.

Since then, I decided I would study Astrophysics, so I could find out where my sister is, and go to her. Hold her in my hand and bring her back down to Earth because Ciara would have done that for me.

I still keep her teddy wearing a NASA hoodie she named Dipper, like Big Dipper. My friends don't know this, I escaped my hometown so I wouldn't have to explain anything to the people in my hometown.

Amanda and my other friends waved excitedly at me when they saw me walk over, we walked in and pushed past people to get to the bar.

"Hello!" I said to the hot bartender. "Can I get two shots and a beer?" The bartender winked at me. I turned around handing my friends their drinks, "Thanks, Lola." Riley smiled.

I took a sip of my beer when Take my Breath played, I took Amanda's hand in mine, and dragged her into the dancefloor when I saw him. Standing in the corner, wearing a tight white shirt and black pants staring right at me. The lights went off, and I saw him walking over to me. A pair of hands caressed my face and ran down my body reaching my hips and swaying side to side.

The lights came back up, but he wasn't there anymore.

I searched for him, but he wasn't there.

By the end of the night, most of my friends were out. Riley fell a couple of times walking out of the bar, Ben was making taking care of him very difficult by running away, and Amanda threw up in the cab.

I tipped the driver 30 bucks for that.

I made sure Amanda and Riley went to bed, and then, took Ben home.

I tried desperately to unlock the door to my apartment when across the street stood a shadow, the key shacked in my hand until I finally got in. I locked the door rapidly and looked out the window.

The figure was no longer there.

I did my skincare and then went to bed.