I am Setsuna

It was cold night, through the window i saw the rain pouring down softly, i was hoping it’s snow, but there’s no snow season in the place i live in.

I sat on the chair, the lamp glowing in yellowish color surrounding the living room. My body kinda freezing, but my eyes see the warmth, its kinda contradict my sense of atmosphere around me.

But somehow i feel at peace.

I look at my phone, and tried to read again the message i got this afternoon.

Its from an old friend.

A very special person who affects my life so much.

This person coincidentally passing through my city in case of work related thing and decided to visit my place.

Until the time this person arrived.

I just waiting in silence.

Not long before the sound of someone knocking the door and destroyed the joy of my moment of silent loneliness.

And i opened the door.

The wind blows coldly inside the room.

The chill makes me feel like im in the snow mountain cabin somewhere and just want to run straight to front of fireplace.

But its only a slight moment coldness before i surprised to see the smile of my dearest friend in front of me, im amazed seeing this person never change even how long time passed.

As if never aged.

Was the time stand still out there?

Or was the time keep repeated but only I’m the one who didn’t affected? Or its all just my imagination.

It doesnt matter.

My friend is here.

We both sit in living room.

Its still so very cold.

We both sneezed so much even though we already wearing thick clothes.

So i made hot coffee and we now sit on living room.

And we started to talk about everything that happened.

There’s so much memories about our journey together.

We’ve seen many things.

So many laugh and so many tears in the many worlds we traveled together.

My friend even still remember the smallest thing that being forgotten.

And remembering them is truly wonderful thing i experienced in these few years.

I thought those kind of feeling been lost long ago.

The way my friend telling all of our stories from the past made it sounds like its a complete new story compiled of our past journey but with a different circumstances and ending.

So i feel fascinated in every familiar words and new phrases my friend used to create this new fairy tale in cold freezing night.

again it will be nice if its actually snowing outside, but no snow in my city.

So, we talked for hours.

The frequency are in sync.

It’s also as if we talked just for few minutes.

The term of time is no longer relevant in our length of converstation.

Its past and present combined, while every second forward is the future we not realized.

Such experience i longed for to repeat in a different way.

That’s how my friend gave me through our past tales.

Heartwarming tales to remember once again.

But as in many tales.

Nothing is eternal.

In the end, there will be the end.

So, we once again reached our end of converstation.

And my friend sadly have to depart.

My friend cant stay over for the night.

Because time can’t wait.

The night getting colder and darker.

I opened the door.

So, once again. A farewell.

A warm handshake.

I said thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Then my friend disappeared slowly between time and space.

Leaving me the feeling of emptiness and loneliness.

In a second, I wish of tale we love and dream to never end.

Again, every tale will end.

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Oh, did i forgot to tell you my dearest friend name?

That person name is… “I am Setsuna”