The Journeys of a Lost Soul

Fate

Writing vigorously. Scribbling barely legible words on paper.

Writing out my story; from beginning to end, every detail that I could remember.

That's what I was doing when I saw the eyes. Sitting in a café, I was writing my third journal; each being a lifetime in my existence.

As I wrote out my lives, I sensed those eyes looking at me more than once.

I would look up and not be able to find them. I knew they were somewhere in the vicinity, but where was a mystery to me.

As I searched again - promising myself it would be the last time - I caught a pair of eyes looking straight at me.

Another memory tickled the back of my mind and, as I tried to untwist it from my tangle of thoughts, I made a face. The bright blue eyes had laugh lines around them and, as their head tipped back and a light laugh came from their mouth, they crinkled sweetly.

I was, at first, slightly annoyed but then my memory came to me and I could feel my face light up. The stranger gave me a curious look from across the café.

I didn't return it, going back to my lives. They were unordered, sloppy and messily put together, but they came to me in slight flashes of detail.

I could feel the eyes on me, but I didn't look up.

I felt the eyes leave me and only looked up when I felt a breath of air against my face when the door next to me opened and the stranger left the café.