Vien's Complex

The thick scent of coffee beans in the air made me think of her. That unforgettable person. The color of creamy coffee matches the color of her tanned skin after being under the sun for long hours. Dark brown hairs, grey eyes that glimmer under the moonlight. Her curls fall perfectly on the edge of her shoulders that are as delicate as the finest sculptures.

The espresso that I ordered came as I try to remember the moments she's still flinching under my touch, sensitive as she is.

I closed my hands and smiled at the waitress who served the coffee.

It's been a while since the last time her image came into my mind. I thought it was already over. Those days that are full of longing. Me, going crazy over every single thing that reminds me of her.

Yarrah.

Her image that's smiling brightly behind the bonfire that I lit that night is the most haunting of all. It's the last shred of my memory of her before she vanished into thin air, leaving no traces behind. Leaving me flabbergasted and half insane.

"You're still here? The meeting will start at 10 am and you're still staring at your cup?"

I glanced at my assistant who was standing across my table. He's holding a folder, probably the files that I need to read again before the presentation. "Do you like coffee?," I asked him.

"No, thank you. I am already tortured enough by that thing."

"I see. Is there any news from them?"

"No news, sir."

"How can they fail to manage to find a single person?"