Once A Memory ( Editing )

Chapter 8

"Okay, just get me a tall carame--" before I could finish Peter was already at the counter ordering so I decided to just go look for a seat. The café wasn't that crowded so I didn't find it quite hard. I settled in a booth in the corner of the shop I seated near the window. A few moments later Peter came back with our drinks.

"One tall caramel frappé, skim milk with no whip." Peter said while placing my drink in front of me.

"That was sweet of you. Thank you." I said.

"Anything for you Anne." Peter said.

" By the way, Laura said that you were missing yesterday." Peter added.

"I wouldn't say it that way. I just ventured out with an old friend." I said while taking a sip from my drink.

"You and your adventures. You'll never get tired of it, won't you?" Peter said.

"Care to tell me the story?" He added.

So I started narrating the story from the reunion to the breakfast to the forest and the waterfall. But I decided to leave some of the scenes and the almost kiss part.

"Did he try to kiss you of some sort?" Peter said.

"Why would you ask that?" I retorted.

"The story is missing something, Anne. It didn't have a climax, it didn't have problem big enough to actually consider having a resolution. We're both writers Anne, you should know that."Peter said.

"We're talking about my life, not a novel." I answered.

"Yeah I know, but every one has a story to tell. and every moment has its own plot has its own dialogue every thing that happens in our life has its own parts. I know something happened more than you two being together. You won't find your resolution if you can't admit the problem. I know you better Anne. I'm not gonna believe the shitty story you said a while ago." Peter said.

As a result of Peter's speech I retold him the story with out any exceptions.

"You love him don't you?" Peter said on a more serious note.

I just shrugged at him. Because the truth was I didn't really know if I love him I'm not even sure if I still like him. Because maybe all of these feelings are just here just because I've held for so long. That I can't admit to myself that the only reason I'm still holding on is that I'm scared of the thought on wasting a decade on loving someone you can't really see yourself with for the rest of your life.

Moments later it started to rain.

"Were screwed." I said.

"Why?" Peter said.

"You do realize that we have to walk back to the building." I said.

"Yeah, C'mon it will be fun." Peter said while dragging me out of the café.

We ran out of the shop and instead of trying to dodge the rain. Peter decided that it will be much more 'fun' if we actually ran through it. The rain was slowly getting stronger moment by moment and we didn't seem to care that time.

"May I have this dance?" He said while holding out his hand. And in a very posh accent as well.

Trying to hold back the laughter building up inside me. I gratefully answered yes while doing a curtsey.

We danced through the rain for what felt like a very long time. Then we started to actually walk back to the building. Peter didn't let go of my hand and I was completely fine with it. As we were nearing the building he sparked up another conversation.

"How long have you known him again?" He asked.

" 14 years." I said.

" And we've known each other for 4 years right? " Peter asked.

" It will be five next month" I said.

"Why did you ask?" I added.

" Nothing." He said.

A few moments later we arrived at the building. I saw my chauffer already waiting for me. I bid my goodbyes to him and we went our separate ways.

Peter's POV

Do you think 5 could beat 14?I'm losing hope. I tweeted out.

Then I saw a notification from Anne.

Anne_Valentine replied to your tweet.

Kill the negativity Peter. Nothing is impossible.

Did she know that I was talking about her? I'm screwed.