"The one that got away"

Two whole years have passed since the last happy memory with her, the last smile you saw, two years where the pain was strong, constant, and cold. Two whole years have passed since the last happy memory with her, the last smile you saw, two years where the pain was strong, constant, and cold.

Two years without her.

What used to be—checking your phone, hearing voices, feeling phantom touches, feeling that something was missing—soon faded into memories. Very persistent memories.

Then everything went back to "normal": wake up, eat, do your things, and sleep; the next day, wake up, eat, do your things, and sleep.

Everything was ordinary during those two years; it was "just another experience" that life shows you before you move on.

In a harsh summer rain, walking through the streets—conveniently, you were there again, and with it, a familiar, known silhouette on the other sidewalk.

It was her. IT was her, with the same expression you had when you met her, as the drops ran down her cheeks, hitting the pavement as their final destination; her eyes finally found their way to yours, and a slight twitch on her face was the only reaction she let herself give.

She didn't move; the world seemed to stop, waiting to see who would remember the other faster or with more pain.

Scenario.

Rain and tears—Seeing a work of art but not being able to touch it because it's out of your reach

Questions and answers with me

"ShoLigel why are you so amazing?"

Well you see lil coconut when I was 234 years old I wondered "Why I'm so amazing but I keep it only for myself?" So I decided to share my amazing being with y'all

"ShoLigel do you like evil Sholigel?"

Yes, I do.

That's enough folks enjoy this character!

Art: gratam