As day came fast, i was sitting in an open coffee shop. At the table with my head hanging down, my long soft white hair dangling downwards and my cup of coffee just sitting there. I sat there trying to fathom my existence for so long. How i lived through so many centuries. I don't know my parents for shit and i don't want to. So i wonder and wonder and wonder. What was my meaning, my purpose? Quickly, i was put to halt as the waitress sat at my table.
"Excuse me sir?" she said with a worried tone.
"Yes?" I answered, lifting my head up and sliding some of my hair behind my ear.
Suddenly she was lost at words when she made eye contact with me. She looked me deep, and i mean very deep into my eyes. As if i took her breathe away. She began to speak again.
"...Uh..um.." She spoke, barely able to move her tongue.
And i sat there confused as fuck. Trying to figure out if she herself was okay. So i asked.
"You okay?" I said.
She had gotten herself together and responded "Yes....yes. I'm fine. I was actually coming to ask you the same thing. I've noticed that you've had your head hung ever since you walked in here."
"Oh well, yeah i'm okay. Just thinking to myself." I told her.
She seemed to be so quickly interested when i told her that. I found out that she was on break after realizing how long we sat there talking. But she got up from the table to go get her friends. I asked myself why but i was soon to find out so it didn't matter to ask. I heard so much babbling and giggling from the shop's kitchen and i thought to myself "Aren't they supposed to be working?" I came to realize that there were only a few other people in the shop besides myself. I guess they had everything covered for some free time. I saw her come back with two other girls. A punk looking girl and a ginger. She introduced them to me as if we both knew each other for a long time or something.
"This is Cassie and Emily." She told me and smiled.
"The Ginger" Emily, she studied my body like a book. Like she focused on every little thing on my skin. And the punk looking girl, she stared at my tats. She analyzed me from the neck down. And the girl with short black hair who introduced them to me was just too stuck making eye contact. I never got her name, but i saw her name luckily. "Jesse..." I said silently.
"How'd you know my name?.." She asked, looking a bit freaked.
"Your name tag." I told her, pointing at it.
She had seemed so relieved that it was her name tag that revealed her name. Quite funny though, I already knew it. It felt like I had eyes like a robot as they call it in this modern world. I don't won't to reveal myself to just someone but, there was something about her. Something that interested me completely. Her friends had to get back to work because some more customers came in. Suddenly, she sat down and her soft voice began to flow.
"What's your name?" She asked me.
"Archestor. Archestor Harmonia." I eased up and responded.
"That name, it sounds so...fresh and unique." She said.
I sighed, flattered, and to my surprise, she gave me her number. Told me to keep in contact. I accepted to do so. She walked off going back to work with a small smile. I got up and reached in my pocket, pulling out a one hundred dollar bill and sat it on the table. I guess, i was just a tad interested. I grabbed my coat and headed out of the shop. I figured maybe since she had been there all day that she was working full-time and that i might come back. So as i left, i began to walk back home which was almost a mile away but it wasn't that far. I watched as people moved by me. Some with the looks of happiness and some with just the opposite. I wondered, "Could i ever be happy?". I wanted to believe i could but with my past, i kept on thinking about it as i walked on. The battles before other wars. The bloodshed. The massacres. Everything was on my mind. Afterwards, i began thinking about my grandfather. The man who taught me everything I know today. He was also married, Bruce and Jaine Harmonia. He taught me the use of weapons, how to control my powers, how to kill and the different ways to do it, and even the ways to keep "Him" at bay. That War, it was filled with only death and demise. Angels and demons, ghost and spirits, elves and imps, everything waged battle at one time. The memories began to flow.
