It was a chilly Saturday evening when they bumped into each other at a coffee shop in Manhattan. Hollie was surprised to see Peter once again, “It’s been six years” she muttered. She could not explain the uneasy feeling that she had when Peter looked at her straight in the eye and responded, “Yes.. it’s been six long years.” Not knowing what to respond or what to do next. She just arrived at the coffee shop as well as Peter, and it would seem as if she’s too disturbed by his presence if she’d just leave the place. After getting her favourite Vienna Coffee, she went directly to an unoccupied table, placing her bag on the seat in front of her; making it seem as if the seat is taken.
Not looking at Peter, she acted like everything was going fine and normal–when in actual fact, is not. After a few minutes, she noticed through her peripheral vision that a guy is walking in the direction of her table but wasn’t really sure if it was Peter– hoping it wasn’t him.
“I hope you don’t mind.” She cast her gaze upward. “Sure.” Peter handed Hollie her purse, putting down his cup of tea and took a seat. Both were feeling ill at ease at the first few minutes. It seemed like they were both thinking of ways on how to break the awkwardness around the place.
They went on over a few things about Hollie; what she’s up to, what her current job is, what she does during her free time etc. And just a few things they normally talk about when they were still together. Feeling discomfited being the subject matter, Hollie began asking questions about Peter’s life.
“So…. what are you up to lately?” she asked. Peter clearing his throat before answering.. “Not much at the moment, I just got back last from Nashville last weekend.”
“Nashville? What did you do at Tennessee?”
“I stayed at my mom’s, after we broke up.” Hollie took a sip of coffee “..oh” she then replied.
“Yeah, my mom was trying to sell our house so she could move here in New York with me.”
“Where do you live now?”
“Still in our old apartment.”
“Our apartment? At Queens? I thought you moved already.”
“Yeah, but my sister took over the place when I left. I told her not to leave until I get back.. for some reason. And besides most of our stuff are still there.”
“Our stuff?” she replied. Peter began to sense Hollie’s impression of despair “Yes, the things we bought and some of the things you gave me.”
She simply nodded in return, finishing her cup of coffee. “I should probably get going.” Wiping her mouth with a piece of tissue. “You want to visit our place?” Peter said. Hollie was surprised to receive an invite and was momentarily speechless, “No thank you, perhaps next time.” she replied, making her way out of the coffee shop. Peter watched her closely as she walk her way out of the door, still admiring her grace as she walks. He then began to ponder on the fact that getting a cup of tea that evening was the best decision he made for the past six years. Wondering idly about how fortunate he is to come across Hollie at the place they first met, and be able to communicate with her again after a long time.
Hollie Barnes’s never-changing beauty is all he could think about in that moment. He found himself smiling while gazing on a blank space– everything still felt surreal to him. He was happy to catch sight of Hollie once again, but the feeling of guilt for letting the love of his life go never seem to go away.
For six long years, all he ever wished was to turn back time to turn things around; and moving back to New York seems like the right time to do so. Leaving her was the worst thing he’s ever done and he’s ready for whatever trouble he might face to win her back. “..but when will I see her again?” he thought, recalling their previous conversation if Hollie did mention anything on how to reach her. He couldn’t think of an actual information from her except for the last words that she said. And in that moment, Peter sighed with relief, smiled and whispered..
“Perhaps next time.”
I’ve been thinking of writing a novel lately out of odd interest; a romantic novel, as you may have noticed. And this, what you’ve just read, might be an excerpt from that novel I’m planning to compose. No I am not an aspiring author or a Nicholas Sparks wanna be whatsoever, it’s just I feel the urge to compose a novel sometimes. It seems unrealistic when I think about it, though. I think it takes a lot of work for a simple novel to be done. One needs to have a vivid imagination, broad knowledge of words, and everything needs to be planned from the beginning to the end. It may seem easy for some but it’s not. Anyway, I will let you know about my decision and the progress of my work. Or!!! I could just write random pieces and share it with you guys. That sounds a lot easier, ha!