Is it normal to feel very familiar to someone whom you just met?
Her gestures, her facial expressions, reactions, movements, the way she walks, the way she flips her hair – everything. It seems that I know her for a long time; but it’s impossible. I should know her name if that’s the case – I should know her! In the first place, it’s impossible for me to forget an alluring and attention-getting lady like her, but the way she looks at me; her eyes is silently telling me something – as if she knows me too.
“Carl, what is it?” a classmate of mine asked me while I’m staring at her again, sitting at that familiar place inside the library.
“N-nothing… It’s just that… I think I know her” I said, still staring at that beautiful lady.
“That’s impossible, she’s just new here. A transferee from an all-girl school. According to what I’ve heard she’s just temporary here, she actually has a stage four cancer and she just want to spend her remaining days here in our school. I don’t know why.”
Carlo felt like someone had stabbed his heart. He can’t believe that a girl like her would suffer like that. She doesn’t deserve it.
“Carl, don’t tell me you like her?” an amused look was on his face “huh! You’ll just waste your time. She’ll die soon!”
He instantly grab Bon’s collar. He wants to punch him until his nose bleeds. That can’t be. That very idea hurts him so much he wanted to kill this person he’s holding. I’m about to spank Bon but I met her eyes - that sad, exhausted and longing eyes. It’s silently telling me to stop and cool down, and then she turned her gaze.
I let go Bon, sit down and compose myself.
“I don’t get you!” he told me and then he left. Ignoring everyone’s gaze and Bon’s lat words, I continue what I’m doing – staring at her, again. I’m waiting for her to look at me again but she did not.
I can’t breathe, not in suffocation or anything but with the thought that she’ll die soon…
She’ll die soon…
What’s happening to me? He told himself. I don’t even know her name yet I’m acting as if I know her very much ‘till the tiniest part of her being. I look at my hands; it’s trembling.
I turn my gaze to her direction again but she’s gone… W-where is she? I look around the library, she’s nowhere to find. Then I saw a glimpse of her went out of the room. I panicked. She looks like she’s about to vomit. I followed her. Someone should guide her she might pass out in the middle of the corridor. She reached the comfort room – thank goodness – and I waited outside. Few minutes had passed but she’s still inside. Is she okay? I can’t hear any movement from inside. Maybe something already happened to her. That thought urge me to get inside and see what had happened without eve thinking twice.
Then she’s there… leaning against the wall, eyes closed and looked as if she just had a long run. Maybe she felt my presence so she opens her eyes and there… that familiar feeling again… I suddenly want to hug her so tight and make her feel that I don’t want to forget her… I just don’t know why. When our eyes met, I felt contentment, relief, happiness – everything. She failed to hide her shock still, she managed to speak but with a trembling voice.
“W-why are you here? This is the girls comfort room. S-someone will freak out if they’ll see you here. Get out.”
Then it hit him. I know her! I know this girl in front of me! It’s not just a coincidence or anything but I’m sure I know her!
“W-who are you?” I asked her. I should know! She should answer!
“W-what are you talking about?” she asked.
