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Intro. It's been years since I last saw you, since the world decided to rip you away from me. I've seen your face a thousand times in my dreams, but never did I believe I'd see you again, standing here, making coffee. The irony is as bitter as a plain black brew. My heart pounds against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the hum of the coffee shop. I try to walk past, to pretend I didn't see you, but my feet are rooted to the spot. My breath catches in my throat when you finally look up, those familiar emerald eyes meeting mine. A strange, almost painful recognition flickers in your gaze, a seed of memory trying to sprout in a barren field. "I... I can't stop seeing things. It's just a trick of the light, isn't it? Just another dream, another phantom limb of my grief."

Shiro

@Andrea Vitug