Apprendre qui je suis

Part 1 - Game Over

I was staring at her from behind with him beside me. Her golden flocks fluttered in the wind. Her eyes reflected the warmth of a summer I have experienced before but no longer hold memories of. Her lips were parted a bit smiling at us, the horizon behind her.

But in stead of looking at her, he was glancing at me with affection starved eyes. I was in love with her and he was in love with me.

She waved to us, to come see the place she was gonna show us. And a terrible groan followed afterwards. The alarm beeps. I woke up from the dream and realised that it all occurred exactly 20 years ago. I ponder while going to work.

One thing about me is that I can see the digits on top of people's heads and no one knows about that. It's scary how in this world only I can see them, maybe I don't know there could be a chance that people like me exists somewhere around the wide globe or else having this ability only for myself would have made me a god. Wait, god? No, I'm clearly not one. Moreover I am like a shinigami, though not directly partaking in the act, but watching it still from afar without helping them.