You'll Always Have Me

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by nNoask

by nNoask

Six months is all we needed to become different people.

A street performer was busking infront of the plaza fountain. Despite the cold weather, he managed to cover Chasing Cars.
The plaza tonight isn't too crowded, the clouds hovered over us as snow gently fell from the sky.
It was very cold, haven't I mentioned? I'm wearing a black overcoat with a knitted scarf around my neck, sentiment I guess.

This is the very first place we met, by the fountain. He asked if I was an "outcast" too.
I wasn't really insulted, I was just happy I wasn't alone.

"You cold?" a familiar voice asked.
I look back and I saw him.
"Been a while, huh?"
He's changed a lot in such a short time. His hair is combed neatly, he wears his prescription glasses now, and his posture isn't as awkward anymore.
He was wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and a gray beanie. It's simple but it hits hard.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Why are you here?" I returned.
"Oh, I'm playing next."
He plays again?
"Don't you have a day job?"
Judging by the face he made, that left a bad taste in his mouth.
"I'm just playing, Flor... I don't expect anything in return."
He looked hurt from what I said.

I'm sorry.

We watched the busker sing his last song, he said he wrote it himself. It was beautiful.

"Stay for a bit?" he asked.
"To watch you perform?"
"Yeah, like the old days."
"What will you sing anyway?"
"La La Lost You, Niki."
That's too much for my fragile little heart.
"I- I don- I can-"
"You don't have to, I was just asking."
"I'm sorry."
He smirked. That deadly smile, it still haunts me, knowing that he's probably given it to someone else.
"Help me set up at least?"
I nodded.

The song ended, the small crowd that's left gave a round of applause as he deserved.
"Thank you everyone.." said the busker "..and for our last last song, please clap for my good friend, Ray Solomon."
"Our call." he said.
"Our call?"
"You're going to help me set up, right?"
"What's left to set up?"
The guitar is plugged in already, I don't think he brought any other instruments with him.
"Just come with me, please?"
I shook my head.
He let out a deep sigh and walked towards his friend.

I know I told him I couldn't watch, I know I told myself I couldn't watch, but my body just won't walk away.

After introducing himself, he starts singing. His voice sounds smooth, unlike before. His playing is better than before, his practice is really showing.
He sways his body with the song, he sings while his eyes are closed, I really wanted to see them.

But then, it's like he heard the cries of my mind.
As he sings the last few verses of the song, he opened his eyes. They're look right through me

"...and I hope you're happy, livin' life in taxis
but you'll always have me.." he paused "..you'll always have me..."

Rivers of tears start flowing down my eyes as he continues to sing, I couldn't stop them. Waves of memories came flooding back, all the joy and the pain I've felt for the last few years we were together drowned me.

I'm sick of losing.

I left before he finished the song, but I did leave a goodbye letter before I walked away.

"Thank you for the warmth, for everything.

Flora de Leon"