Frade looked at me as if I were a stranger. I was at a loss. Our eyes met. I could no longer see the familiar look in his eyes, the burning flame gone.
"Don't you remember me?" I found my voice as soft as a breeze. My heart was in my throat, and his answer would be the key to me.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I know you."
His answer made my heart drop to the bottom in an instant, and I felt pain. I looked at him quietly, silent tears in my eyes. He was at a loss. Perhaps he had never thought of the harm that the answer would do to me. He was like a passer-by who happened to meet a sad girl who was squatting on the side of the road and crying. The only mercy he could offer was to hand the girl a tissue and turn away.
Because she and he are strangers after all.
At this time, the light in the room came on. The white light passed behind him, his tall body blocking the light in front of me. At that moment, I saw his face again. I know he has forgotten me.