I hope this will be the last time, that I see that look on your face. Watch me walk away with half-moist eyes in the mirror of your hazel iris. I can feel my Alice is struggling, turning back the mighty time against its will. Should I stay, even if you do not want me to?
"Let me repeat what you said a week ago before you met her, before I leave. 'Whether I have to go through black hole, or get shredded by the fork of a demon, wherever and whenever you need me, I'm a heartbeat, an air away.'"
I know, his eyes say, but he does not move. All he needs to do is call my name but I know it is not going to happen.
"If you could turn back the time, do you still want to go to that conference?" He asks when I step a foot outside.
The first snow this year falls in front of me, just like before. "Of course, I got a chance to slap you." I turn around and beam at him. The person who sits on the sofa laughs bitterly.
"Do you?" It is my turn to ask. A pair of eyelashes betrayed me, sweep the footsteps away, the curve, the memories, everything.
His face covered by shame, hide it behind the palm of his hands. "No." A word-no. A bullet is what I prefer. "I don't want to take the same pathway just to hurt you."
I smile half-heartedly, "Wise."
Let's see what is the director has to say. "No?"