Wanderers//5

Bright

We were confused our minds pounding with questions. So we took to the library from Joana's suggestions. There at first we were stunned from the information.

Night and day we would search for her, I analyzed every inch of the city, calling out to her in my sleep to no avail. There were books about her in libraries. Holding tales from the longest of years. I checked them all out not leaving a single one behind.

Her name was Maria Rizwan.

There was a museum made after her kind. People came in everyday claiming how they had known or encountered someone like that. I was one of them too. It happened slowly at first. I would walk along the rows till my eyes landed on a book. It wasn't big neither too small. My name was written in its dedications. The words spilled memories that I never knew existed.

I remembered her. I remembered my illness. I remembered our times together. Our laughs. Our cries. And the day she gave her heart in for me.
The myths about her seemed so real.

“Maria Rizwan a shadow, a dream, a lover who only stays for a while.

She is human, however has the ability to live longer than anyone.”

I read how if she dies then the person who she's with loses their memory. At first it didn't make sense. It sounded rubbish. Slowly the past started haunting me. I would hear her voice lulling me to sleep. I tried acting like it didn't bother me, but the reality of it made me dizzy.

One day when I walked home. I saw her standing by the table arranging the seats to perfection. Upon reaching the area there was no one to be seen.