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I am surrounded by sounds and smells foreign to me as I sit here with the breeze, ever so slightly caressing. Mothers and their babies. Couples walking hand-in-hand, enjoying the sun. Good friends sitting together, sipping at wine. I stare at the condensation forming on the surface of the glass. All reminding me of the promise of tomorrow.
I shut my eyes. I am brought back a year. The sounds and smells around me musky and I hear papers rustling. I frown in annoyance, if they can’t sit in silence, they should leave. At the gallery in Mary’s. The sound of water lapping at my feet. I look down and I can’t see the bottom. Paddington Basin. All reminding me of the unfulfilled dream you had.
I take a deep breath. I am brought back two years. I am driving, a mixture of feelings distract me from the car emerging from the road ahead. I startle as the loud horn goes. Smiling apologetically, I find a space to park and I attend mass. We sat by the river, shandy for me and Guinness for you. All reminding me of what you taught me NEVER to do.
I sigh. I am brought back three years. If your friends jumped off a cliff, would you follow? Yes I would. Clear skies, blue seas, good times. All reminding me of that you would never anything again.
Enough now. Back to the present day. And fruit ninja.
