Akira
For a moment time stops for me. All I see my Romero with another girl. A sinking feeling consumes me, slowly and painfully. I fight hard to not let my vision blurry and focus on the sight before me.
The orange light of drowning sun fawns on him, making him look like an angel. A foreign creature, so out of my reach yet so close to my heart, a place where he used to live for time being. It seems like a lifetime ago when when we were each others world. While he is still my world, I am not his.
He is standing opposite side of road with that girl. His face is in my direction and so is girl's backside. I can't see her face but I know she is not someone I know. She is wearing a jacket and jeans, not the usual model like girl I thought he'd go for.
Is she why I haven't seen him for last
