Rings
ANNA
I looked down, running the tip of my finger around the cup, and spoke. "When I was able to see you in the eyes for the first time," I stared into his eyes that were already staring at me. "Something inside me recognized you. I felt a sense of longing. I wanted you close. I didn't know how to explain why."
"You already saw me before," he answered, touching a lock of hair the wind brought to my face.
I frowned, not remembering seeing him.
"Before?" I asked, surprised.
"Yes, on a trip with Robert when we were children. That's when we met for the first time."
"I vaguely remember those days with a boy who was my first friend. He took me to the most beautiful places. He wasn't afraid of anything, and he took care of me the whole time. So... you're him?"
He nodded slowly in ans
