It was just like any other trip to the mall. He would rather spend the afternoon there than endure the summer heat at home. But that afternoon, it felt different.
He would normally go to Powerbooks to browse on the bestsellers. He was not a bookworm. The only book that made him buy out of curiosity (and suprisingly appealed to him) is Da Vinci Code.
Why would he always go to Powerbooks?
He lifted his eyes from the book he was holding and suddenly he frozed. An old familiar face is walking towards where he stand.
It has been four years and two months since he last saw her.
She is as beautiful as he can remember.
She looked his way.
His heart was pouncing so fast he felt as if it would explode soon. He gave her a faint smile as she approached him. She gave him a long stare as she walks towards him and when she finally was standing almost in front of him, she looked away.
The man she was with saw him staring at her. He put his arm around her and gave her a squeeze. She, in return, smiled.
They shared some borrowed sunsets.
Borrowed.
She was never his. Probably, never will. Not in this lifetime.
One thousand five hundred twenty one sunsets; waiting for this day to arrive.
All for the yearning to have a glimpse of her again.
With a crushed heart, he left the mall.
The sun is already setting.
He thought, "Is it worth the wait?"
The sunset gave him the answer.
{One sunset... until we meet again.}
Softly The Evening Came
oft did i wonder why the setting sun should look upon us with a blushing face:
is it for the shame of what he hath seen done?
is it for the shame of what he hath seen done?
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