There’s something wrong about today. The feeling is strange; source of apprehension unknown. It feels as if there’s a burden that rests upon you; a heavy weight that cannot be rid of.
You’re forgetting something-- something of importance. But you don’t know what.
It’s persistent and nearly drives you insane. No matter how much you ponder over it, nothing can come to mind.
Perhaps it’s simply a bad day; a day where your mind is far too gone.
Or perhaps this nagging feeling is telling you to go find him.
Your mind is elsewhere. Focus is no longer intact; lips tugged into a deep frown. No matter how much effort you put into trying to relax, your body refuses. Whatever is on your mind-- whatever it is that you have to do, it can’t be let go.
But what is it?
Your pace increases as you check the time, realizing that it’s best to be home before it gets completely dark. Eyes focused solely on the phone in hand, you remain oblivious to the figure coming towards you-- who appears not to be looking, as well.
Attention comes quickly as you bump into each other, gazes locking. Curiosity appears in familiar emerald hues, though shock lies amidst. Simply gaping at each other, it takes only but a brief moment before he recovers, an apology immediately said.
“Shit, I wasn’t paying attention. Sorry about that-- are you okay?”
And it’s as if that dreadful feeling that’s been lingering with you only grows at the question, although you can’t understand why. He’s only a stranger who happened to bump into you-- what’s the big deal?
Confusion lays on your features as you nod slowly, eyes scanning his face carefully.
There’s something there that screams at you, but despite the effort put in, nothing comes to mind.
how cruel this life is;
to s t e a l away the memories you cherished.
“You don’t seem okay,” he points out uneasily, head tilting as dark brows furrow. “You know, you look kind of familiar. Have we met before?”
The sinking feeling only gets worse. There’s something terribly wrong about this whole thing-- there’s a missing piece of the puzzle that cannot be found.
And it’s your instinct to say yes, but you know you’re wrong.
“--Ah, I don’t think we have.” comes the weary reply, “Maybe we’ve seen each other around-- but otherwise, I don’t think so.”
He seems disappointed by the answer, but regardless of the flicker of sorrow that appears, it’s immediately replaced by a cheery smile.
“Guess I owe you an introduction, right? I’m Eren.”
A hand reaches out in greeting, intrigue appearing in your eyes as you hesitantly shake his hand, telling him your name. His name rings a bell, but despite the greeting, you can’t place its origins. A silence lingers about, discomfort growing as you both ponder whether it’s a false familiarity that deceives you. Another look at the time causes you to snap from the trance, shaking your head quickly as a small sigh leaves you.
“--Sorry for wasting your time,” you murmur, forcing a smile. “I should really be going, though.”
He simply nods and offers a small grin as you go your separate ways, though the friendly facades dissolve quickly, both of your thoughts absorbed with each other’s identities. It feels wrong to just leave him like that-- like there’s something you were supposed to say to him.
You don’t know who you were in the past, nor does he. You don’t remember the warmth of his hand; you don’t remember the gentle kisses. You don't remember the laughter and smiles caused by you.
Because in your previous life, you were destined to die together.
But in this life--
You were never destined to live together.