It's You

Prologue

Soul searching, that's what I shall do. I just, for a while, want to escape the cruelty of life, to be where I could possibly repair the missing piece of me, though it may seem impossible for now.

Through the bus windows, witnessing the refreshing ambience and the way the waves kiss the air relaxes me somehow. The thought of going to a place as a complete stranger could be one way of mending the crack that has scarred the main organ of my cardiovascular system.

As the bus ran on its average speed, I too, emoted by the music that played my ears.
"It's you, it's always you, met a lot of people but nobody feels like you..," I was singing it in my head together with flashing emotions. Memories of a special someone flashed back and so did the pain.

I sat at the very last portion in the bus having nobody else in the column, there were only few passengers-- well, not until the bus paused at the stop. It was a large crowd and I am sure that even if this isn't a contest, it'll be a standing ovation. I was right. The bus was filled so much and I had someone sit beside me, tho I don't really care.

I was pushed sidewards, causing my earphones to be removed and so I glanced at the person beside me, it was a girl, with sunglasses.
Argh, whatever, the space is just too tight for me when I even sat here first.

"Sorry, it must be uncomfortable." The 'sunglassed-girl' talked to me suddenly but I just forced a smile at her. I was about to put back my earphones but she talked again.

"Soul searching?" She looked at me and I happened to noticed her smile that had so much to express.

"What could soul searching mean? Is it about finding yourself or bringing back your old self?" She spoke poetically.

I guess, she's awkwardly friendly.

"Let's say this is a short ride and not even a percent of probability is there for us to meet again, how about establishing a good relationship for just this short time?" She showed me a bright curve and I actually don't know what to say.

"Louise," I then removed the earphones and offered a handshake, "You are?" She showed and shone on me a brighter smile. "You." She took my hand and I looked at her in confusion. "What?" I enlargened my eyes forcing a smile. "It's You," she smiled in a way I couldn't explain. This girl is weird, so weird.

She then laughed, it was something identical, but nothing compared to that identical thing though. "I meant, my name is Eunice, and you can call me 'You', which is my nickname." She laughingly said and so I nodded with a smirk. Witty.

"That's...uhmmm, humorous? But that'd sound disrespectful." Is this a joke?

"Well, I find it cute though." She just smiled and I wonder what could've  kept her happy all along because I couldn't find the reason to be happy as before anymore, that reason went gone already.

"Since we won't need to meet again anyway, let me tell you a secret .., and if ever destiny allows us to reunite, a hello would do." She was smiling and so I looked at her. Should I really stick to this? Well, a stranger is sometimes the best diary.

I paused for a while, it'd be ungentle of me if I just ignore this girl, she wouldn't like it, if she were here, she'd want me to make friends, but she isn't, anymore.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes,"

I then replied and plastered a forced smile.

"Let me start, I am You, and..." She smirked as I did too but her smile slowly faded as she continued what she was about to say, "...I am actually suicidal." She kept smiling and I felt like bathing on ice due to what I just heard.

"Hey...you must be a comedian, starting from your nickname, seeing to how you were smiling all the time, but halt, that's not funny anymore." The smile I had faded, I feel irritated.

She smirked and it was only right that moment I was finally able to realize the truth behind those sunglasses.

"Don't worry, we don't know each other," she was smiling again as she glanced at me. After she said that, no word has ever escaped from my mouth. That's her decision anyway, tho I think it's a selfish idea.

But it still triggers this irritant feeling in me, too many people are wishing to have long lives and there goes people like her, just throwing it to trash.

I wasn't able to sputter anything after that conversation, she stood quiet too and long did I realize that we were fastly approaching to the terminal.

I didn't have peace of mind and so I kept glancing at that sunglassed girl every minute. I was yet to realize that she was wearing a black sweater and she even had an ID hanged on her neck. As I glanced again, I felt this unexplainable feeling which has only happened once in my life, and it was when I once met her- my one that got away.

This sunglassed girl's full name is 'Euniceline Beleazar', and this adds more reason why I can't let her succeed in her plan, if ever.

She's a Beleazar.