"Do you think that I've forgotten?"
"What if we'll never meet again?", she asked
"It is equivalent to an impeccable story ending. We will meet someone else," he answered.
He turned his back and headed to the East, leaving her standing there while the church bells chimed, as if there happened to be a wedding there.
The benches were occupied. She looked for a vacant one, knowing she needed to sit down or she would vomit. Her body always responded a little too strongly. The flood showed no sign of slowing. Wave after wave crashed over her until her vision began to blur and she was no longer see his blue coat anymore.
"Are you alright?"
Soon after turning her head to search for the voice, she sensed that something was about to reveal itself.
There was a slender lady dressed entirely in black. Her red lips were still gently parted, as if she still wanted to say something after her question had been left unanswered.
The only thing looked surreal was her face.
Her face.
The moment she realized whose face it was, she felt as though she were burning beneath the sun. For the first time, she wished she could silence the so-called hunch.
“How many nightmares are we going to dream?” she asked the woman in black.
“Pick a number,” the woman in black answered.
