It was the eyes.
There was that look, that strange look in his eyes that met hers when the lights turned red, she looked up from the book she was reading, and saw him looking at her.
Ridiculous, she thought. How on earth did I know him, then?
But in the secret part of her mind, she thought he was familiar. As if he was huge, missing piece in her fragmented memories.
He was not mistaken.
It was her.
He had a feeling since morning that something was going to happen. Something big, something good, something bad…he didn’t know. But there was this strange, warm sensation fluttering in his chest.
As soon as the lights turned red, cars stopped, and he started to walk across the road. The red ribbon holding up her ponytail beckoned to him like a lighthouse. He then looked at the girl, who raised her head, and looked back at him.
And he knew.
It was really her.
It was a long, long time ago, when gods both walked the heavens and the earth.
It was then when she was given to him as a precious gift. It was then when he and she, in a splendor of silks and perfume, ruled the world. It was then that he first knew how to love. It was then when she was taken away from him.
It was then when she betrayed him, ending both of their lives.