She looked up at the dark sky, lined in pink shades. The last evidence of the sun being there was now slowly disappearing. She breathed in the air sharply, feeling the cold wind rushing into her lungs. It was new air, new place, everything fresh and alien. She remembered never feeling this way, something she couldn't describe, other than a sharp excruciating pain in her heart zone. That face she will never see flashed through her mind like a slideshow on high speed.
Why were memories even present? they were nothing but trouble. She wished she was a superhero. The kind of ones that could turn back the hands of time and dwell in the distant past, now just a memory. The memories now starting to fade, but the remaining ones in detail. She missed breathing the sharp night wind with him. She looked at the tiny stars shining ever so bright. Was he seeing it too? Was he seeing the same star that she saw?
She felt her throat harden and eyes sting. She hated this feeling. Hated everything about this painful memories, wished she was a clean slate with nothing written on it. She wanted to see him just one last time. That face she loved so much, much more than herself.
But she knew better than that. It was only a wish. A wish like wanting to be a superhero, a wish like the belief that he would be seeing the same star. She was never going to see him. She wished again. She wished she had said a good-bye to him.
She heard a distant buzz. She looked around, blurry-eyed. She then realized it was coming from her coat pocket. This was the buzz of reality. The buzz that usually awakens her from her sleep in the past. She didn't want to wake up, but it was inevitable. She looked at the sky again. Knowing that somewhere, he was sharing this same wide expanse of sky with her. A half-smiling girl walked back into the warmth of her home.
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