Part 1.

     It’s been a year since she last saw him. A year since they last spoke, a year since they last kissed. It’s been a year since they decided to end. They did not fight nor argue; things just fell silent between them. She knows now that the decision they made came from their minds not hearts. Each day when she wakes up in the morning to the sound of the alarm clock, she hurts. When she goes through her day without hearing his voice or funny laugh, or feeling his touch or seeing his face her heart aches. He said she’d be okay, he told her that she’ll move on. Clearly to this day, she still hasn’t.  Since they decided to break up, she knew that they’d never cross paths again since he’s in one continent and she’s on the other. She won’t lie, she still drives to the places they’ve been to together. She drives to his house and just stares at his window, hoping and praying a miracle would bring him back. But every time she stares at the window, no one stares back. Lately, she’s been thinking so much about him. Yes. She misses him. Yes. She regrets her decision. No. It wasn’t for the better. Yes. She wants him back. 

     Today she woke up two minutes before the alarm. She turned it off quickly and decided to go back to sleep, but something in her told her that today was going to be a different day. She felt different waking up this morning. Her heart was beating fast, as if she just finished running a 300 mile lap. She checked her phone for any missed calls, but none were found. She washed up and stood out on the balcony to check the weather for the day; it was perfect, not too hot not too cold; a perfect weather for surprises. She put on her dark blue skinny’s and started hunting down her favorite grey shirt. She looked through her whole closet, but she couldn’t find it. She looked through her drawers and pulled out a grey shirt with a victorious smile. Seconds later, that smile turned into a frown. It wasn’t her grey shirt; it was his. She held the shirt in front of her and pictured it on him. It fit perfectly on his muscular body, a bit tight around his biceps and it would slowly loosen up around his abs. She didn’t question why she had it or where it came from. She just stood there staring at his shirt; remembering all the cold nights she spent crying on her pillow with nothing on except his shirt. A cold shiver ran down her spine, so she folded the shirt and stashed it away in the back of her drawer. It’s funny how when you aren’t looking for things they magically appear and when you need them the most, they’re nowhere to be found. She took a breather and then decided to pair her skinny with a white tank top and a grey cardigan. She grabbed her keys, phone, I-pod and wallet and headed to the nearest Starbux. 

     She walked in and filled her lungs with the smell of freshly brewed coffee. It was around nine and there weren’t many people around. She placed her order and stood in the corner waiting for it. Did he change his coffee habit, she wondered. Does he still take his coffee with skimmed milk? Does he still forget to mention ‘no cream’ like he always does? Does he still drink his coffee while it’s extremely hot? So many questions filled her mind; it started to hurt. Luckily her coffee was ready; she grabbed it and went straight into her car. The sadness was slowly creeping in and suffocating her. She felt hot tears in the back of her throat but she swallowed them down. She put her I-pod on shuffle and the first song that played was a song dedicated by him to her. Through it all, she still had a strong feeling that told her to stay positive. 

     Since today everything that happened reminded her of him, she drove out to his house and parked on the side. She held her coffee cup close to her lips and stared out at his window. Something about them looked different. She put her cup back into the cup holder and stared intently. The drapes were pulled open and she could see parts of his room. The next thing she saw sent chills down her back. A shadowy figure was walking around the room. She knows that no one ever goes into his room while he was away. She quickly turned off her car and stepped out. She walked closer to his house and with every step her heart was beating faster. ‘Are my eyes deceiving me?’ she thought; or was it really him that I saw? She stood there just hoping he was in there and that it wasn’t anybody else. The excitement in her died when she realized that the curtains were forming the shadow. How stupid was she to think he was back. He was miles away, but she felt him close. As she headed back towards her car, she heard a voice. Stop imagining she told herself. Then she heard it again. She froze. It can’t be she thought. Her heart started racing and she was hyperventilating.

“Turn around.” The voice said.