Frade looked at me as if I were a stranger. I was at a loss. Our eyes met. I could no longer see the familiar look in his eyes, the burning flame gone.
"Don't you remember me?" I found my voice as soft as a breeze. My heart was in my throat, and his answer would be the key to me.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I know you."
His answer made my heart drop to the bottom in an instant, and I felt pain. I looked at him quietly, silent tears in my eyes. He was at a loss. Perhaps he had never thought of the harm that the answer would do to me. He was like a passer-by who happened to meet a sad girl who was squatting on the side of the road and crying. The only mercy he could offer was to hand the girl a tissue and turn away.
Because she and he are strangers after all.
At this time, the light in th
