She was waiting for the bus under a misty Sunday afternoon. Her umbrella dripping and slanted against her shoulder. She was in pink; girly enough to amplify her pretty face.
She wasn't alone, standing beside her were two strangers: a couple old enough to be her parents. They were sweethearts entangled under a big blue umbrella. They were silently whispering on each other's ears, and once in a while would giggle from ticklish thoughs. They were talking about their first kiss.
She got involved with the couple's contagious happiness. She smiled thinking about her first kiss too. Her thoughts, about to get into details, were set aside by the bus arriving.
She got in, rode at the front row like she always does, and took out her cellphone. She got 3 messages: 2 forwarded messages and 1 from someone special.
She opened what obviously was more important. Printed in the display were three words: I, LUCK, YOU. She smiled. It was a message she knew too well; A message saying that he was giving her more luck from. He never runs out of luck, she thought.
The bus took a turn, passed 4 blocks and stopped in front of a building unloading the happy old couple. The bus moved, the rain stopped and the wet pavement reflected the orange sky. The sunlight was filtered by the overlaying clouds. She wrote something on the window removing the condensing droplets. She wrote her name and his name and a line in between.
The bus stopped and she walked the aisle, thanked the driver and got down in the corner of the streets where they first met. She closed her eyes and imagine the scene adding playful cinematic imagery. He was more handsome than usual. They were alone that time.
She opened her eyes and walked a block more. He was there waiting for her. She took out something from her bag: an unopened letter and a flower. She kneeled down getting closer to the ground. She cleared the cement containing his name and two numerical years with a line in between. There was a quote underneath the years which she memorized by heart "Carpe Diem!". Finally she laid down the flowers.
She took out another cellphone from her bag, slowly typed and frequently closed her eyes to cry. After a few strokes she placed the phone back from her bag. A beeping sound came from her left pocket, she took it out. Reflected was a message from him:
"Glad you made it :-)"
She smiled comforting herself from the loss. Then it began to rain pouring tears and water in the ground where he rests.
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