remember

prologue

J A C E 

These streets are so different without her. The sound her heels made when they came in contact with the pavement is no longer audible. Her laugh isn't singing in my ears anymore. Her curiosity of everything that was around her isn't there to annoy me. I am all alone, just the way I was before her. After the accident, I thought something will be different. The world will be different. The people around me will be different. But I guess the  only thing different is me. I crave her now, more than ever, I need her to hold my hand and tell me that everything will be okay. I need this to just be a dream. But it's not. This is the cruel reality that I created.

I rose my gaze from the ground to take in my surroundings. The small cafe we used to go to every morning was right in front of me, burning my eyes. I looked around. The sidewalk was crowded. People were walking rapidly. They were entering and exiting buildings. They were making themselves busy, they were living their lives. And here I was, staring at a coffee shop, thinking it could talk to me. I shook my head to end my stupid thoughts as I entered the cafe. Everything was exactly as it used to be. There was a variety of sweets on every table of every booth. The employees were smiling to the little amount of customers who were enjoying their hot beverages. The accentuated smell of coffee was invading the small shop. The only element missing was her - or was it?

Behind the register was a brunette girl. Under her apron she was wearing a simple black t-shirt. I could see her deep green eyes even though I was at the other end of the room. Her full pink lips were slowly moving as she was talking to a customer. She smiled, allowing  her only deep dimple to show. She looked exactly like her, but it could't be. It could't be her. My eyes traced down from her face to her name tag. I almost gasped in shock. There she was, after a full year, selling hot drinks at our favorite coffee shop, her name beautifully written on her uniform - Luna.