It's amazing how very long a life can last, and how many times a soul can be reused before either of them break, shatter, and disappear to nothing. It's amazing how so many years can pass in the blink of an eye. How a tower in a single Tokyo can stand, despite the passage of decades, of centuries.
It's strange how two people can meet again, though lifetimes separate them.
It's always been her place. Of course, she spent two centuries avoiding it, and the consequences of being completely unchanging. She didn't look a day older than 17... frozen in that moment of time until she decided that it would do to change. Her hair was still the color of sun shine on honey, tied to the side in a short braid, and her eyes were as emerald as they'd ever been, still framed by round glasses. He was different, though not by much. A different body, but the same person, with years of memories packed inside of his head, hair blacker than pitch and eyes redder than blood.
Neither of them quite matched their setting, dressed in clothes a hundred years too old, in a world that belonged to neither, at least not any longer. And neither of them could avoid the stare of the other.
It's funny how a smile doesn't change, and how a glare can only intensify after years of separation, and how a chair is always open beside her in the cafe on the first floor, from that day on.
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Date: 2011-10-19 06:03 pm (UTC)