The crashing sound of the waves against the large vessel imitated his turbulent feelings as he walks into his past. He remembered everything clearly; the fat droplets of rain falling on the roof that protected him and Innola from getting drenched, the lush green shrubs planted around that closeted warmly-lit café, the tears rolling down her face, and of course the piece of note in pink and the carved ring. He who is not a romantic person at heart feels the strings of affection pulling at his heart for once. It has been 9 lonesome months now. He had gone there late, on purpose, wishing that she will be gone by the time he turns up. Yet, when he sees her from across the street, half-buried her face in the pages of a yellow leafed book, his heart leapt in joy. As if she could sense his arrival, she half-turned her head towards the direction of the café door. Or was it the jiggling sound of bells that she heard made her turn as a customer excited the cozy little café that caters more to youngsters ? He never knew. The sharp cries of seagulls flying around in the evening sky snapped him back to reality as a shower of cold rain drowned his memories.
"It's time for dinner, pal. Stop thinking," Johnson, the best friend Carl could ever look for in these torturing months yelled across the deck.
"I wasn't thinking of anything. I was just looking at the sunset,"Carl lied convincingly, his expressions unreadable and he knew it.
Johnson seemed skeptical for a while....
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