10:40 am. Saturday, July 17, 2032
"Deja vu,
Days with you.
Our nights neverending,
Our days overlapping.
Slowly we breathe,
Until our oxygen depletes,
Until our world has crashed,
Until we're nothing anymore."
"Deja vu" by Seraphia was playing in my headphones. An artist that hid behind her voice and alias, her beautiful voice resonating with the beat and rhythm of the song.
An artist who was also my dear friend Rieka.
Her songs had a melancholy feel to them, concealed underneath the upbeat music and the dancing. A story weaved with memories and sadness that showed a darker side that you only noticed if you really listened to the lyrics.
I don't understand how she managed to portray such emotion into her voice and music, but all the same, she couldn't comprehend how I could write with passion and feelings either, so it was a mutual belief.
Today was a cloudy day, no sun to be seen, which was a relief. The sun was much too bright these days, high in the sky by 11 and only sinking away by 7 in the afternoon.
No wonder I was cooped up inside the cafe or my apartment all the time, at least I had the curtains and air conditioner to keep cool. Outside? All anyone could do is pray to not get a sunburn as you walked down the street in a short-sleeved shirt on the sunny days.
You would've loved this weather though. A person with a love of the outside, whether it be freezing cold or burning hot. You loved extremes but at the same time, your favorite season was spring.
"Spring is new beginnings, new chances, and new beauty"
That's what you always said.
It always amused me, how sometimes I could predict what you liked but your favorites were unexpected and ironic.
You liked hot coffee and often claimed it kept you awake but your favorite drink was icy cold Orange Fanta from the can. Your favorite color was red but the colors schemes and aesthetics you liked were hues along pastel greens and robin egg blues. You were a sucker for classical music, saying it was calming and better than modern "popular" music, yet when you first heard the song Sunflower you fell in love with it.
It wasn't just your favorites either, in fact, a lot of your choices, thoughts, and personality were ironic. You had the personality of someone caring, someone with a real heart and was nice to many, but you were also a little devil at times, tricking and playing pranks on others.
There was also a time when we were told to pick our favorite colors for an art project in eighth grade. You picked green. And not just any mint green, no, you picked a bright green that summed up Christmas in one color. The most surprising part? There was a red option, and you went for the color that was the exact opposite.
And while you were a clever student with a bright future in the microbiology field of study, you came up with some incredibly stupid ideas at times.
But I loved you for it because to me it was the little things that counted. The uniqueness of your favorite things and your personality was something I appreciated about you.
Ding!
A new message.
Hey,
Remember when we were being a bit unintelligent and tried to make a campfire when it was raining? I gotta admit, we really weren't in the right state of mind during that time.
~Me
P.S. Life is burning hot. Global warming is probably real, my balcony got to 104° last week! But it isn't bad, life's actually pretty good actually.
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Remember When
Cerita Pendek"Hey, Remember when you and I were sitting next to each other for about half an hour watching a movie and you didn't notice that you were leaning on me and thought I was a wall?" A series of emails about memories of days long past.
