Title: Reminiscent

Warning: A little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff. All the problems of a normal relationship.

Author's Note: This little piece of work I did here can be read as a separate piece of fiction or a continuation/proper ending of "Our Story", which was another story I wrote. I hope you guys like it! Criticism is always welcomed, as so does praise! :)

Here's the link to "Our Story", if you want to check it out: fictionpress. com/s/2919421/1/Our_Story

"Love is giving you the ability to break my heart, but trusting that you won't."

"Hey, what took you so lo-"

I could hear her voice resonating off the walls of my mind. I could see her sweet smile that flashed before my very eyes. I could hear her laughter. Yes, that laughter that could make my knees go weak, that could make all my worries disintegrate into nothing more than distant thoughts. That laughter which made me fall in love.

Tears stood in my eyes as the memories I had with her began to appear before me. Our hands intertwined as one, our hugs, and that very first kiss…

I closed my eyes shut. The pain was too much to bear. I rocked myself back and forth on my chair, tears starting to uncontrollably stream down my face, no matter how hard I bit my lip to stop myself from being so emotional.

You were the one who let her go.

You were the one, who so cruelly broke her heart.

You were the one who destroyed all her trust in you.

"…I was the one, who loved you," I whispered. I looked down at the picture I was holding. Her innocent smile was something I could never forget. I placed it back into my wallet and closed it shut, hoping my feelings for her could be erased the moment I hid that photo from my sight.

Instead, the image stayed, lingering in my thoughts. I angrily slammed my wallet down onto the floor, only to find it opened to that very same picture again. I yelled, pulling my hair in frustration.

"Why did I have to fall in love with you!"

I never admitted it, but I always knew why.

It was the start of a new year, and after a rather boring first year at University, I wasn't particularly looking forward to the first day of school. As if it was out to prove me right, the day went by as per normal; the same friends, the same study hall, the same lecturers… It was a usual, boring day.

I trudged back to my dormitory, my friends bidding me goodbye as they head off to their respective rooms. Well. That was initially the plan. Until some dirty, old, green wallet caught my eye.

I would probably have ignored it, if not for the fact that I heard some shuffling of the feet in the lecture hall. I placed my books to the side of the hallway and grabbed the wallet, curious to find out if whoever was inside was looking for this very purse.

I swiftly turned a corner, only to find a girl crouching on the floor, her hands gliding on the surface of the parquet flooring. She sounded irritated, to say the least, and she made weird mumblings to herself. Funny girl.

"Hey, what took you so lo-" She turned around. However, she paused for a while, narrowing her eyes at me, as if she was expecting to see someone else.

I raised my eyebrows. This girl was getting weirder by the minute.

Upon closer 'inspection', I realised she rather...pretty. For the lack of a better word.

Lovely brown curls fell below her shoulder, which complemented her rather short face. Being very fair, it nicely brought out her dark hazel eyes. She donned a purple sweater and a pair of jeans, which would look seriously ordinary on others. But she wore it with a certain class, it was something I couldn't describe. Her features were probably one to die for.

OK, maybe she was really good-looking.

"I think you dropped this," I managed to calmly put a smile on my face; though my heart was skipping so fast, it was like Energizer bunny on steroids. Although, I don't think she was actually listening, because her eyes looked as if they were in an entirely different world altogether.

"You know, it's funny how you were searching for it when I found it just outside the hall," I said. I mentally slapped myself. What kind of remark was that? Argh, that's it, I'm definitely not a ladies' man.

"Thanks," She hurriedly snatched the wallet from my hand, forcing a smile. Great, now she thinks I'm crazy.

I kept my mouth shut. After a while, the silence made the air so still that I found it almost stifling. Tension was so thick I could slice it with a knife.

Think, Tom, THINK.

My mind couldn't function very well at the time, so I did the next best thing.

I laughed.

Yes, I laughed. Laughed and laughed and laughed. I didn't even know what the reason was behind this erratic behavior, but it was probably because I found it funny how I was left dumbstruck in front of this girl I didn't even know.

I was maybe a little high and a tad drunk when I did what I did, but it was the only thing I could do anyway. Besides, she must have found it funny, somehow, because she started laughing as well.

Then, I regained my composure and took in a deep breath. She stopped too, her amazing smile making my heart skip a beat.

"My name's Tom," I chuckled once more, "what's yours?"

She laughed. It was crazy, but I thought it was one of the most beautiful laughs I've ever heard.

"Debbi. The name's Debbi."

I smiled, as I rocked back and forth on my chair again. However, this time, it was because I couldn't keep my excitement to myself. Everybody wished for love, and I had it all.

I had it all.

"What is it now, Debbi?"

"I was just caring. Why is it so difficult to talk to you?" Tears would well up in her eyes, the pain evident in her words.

"It's not; it's just that you're not listening to me!"

I shook my head. Me, me, me. In our two years together, I never listened to her. It was all about me, I and myself.

I sighed. It was entirely my fault. It was my fault that our relationship had become a thing of the past. It was my fault that I let her slip through my fingers. It was my fault.

I glanced around the room, my lips beginning to curl up into a sad smile. Everything reminded me of her.

That was the sofa we used to sit on and play board games. That was the painting that she drew. That was the corner where we used to talk to each other.

This was the place where we loved.

I ran my hand through my curls, frustrated with myself. I couldn't turn back time, no matter how much I wanted it. I couldn't change what was already over.

But... wait.

I can't go back in time, but I could get her back. I can't change what has been done, but I could make it up to her. I can't sit here and wait, because I know I'll regret it if I didn't give it a shot.

We could be something. We could be that same loving couple again. I could make it work.

I hastily picked up my wallet, grabbed my coat, and rushed out of the door. Yes, I had to make it work!

It was raining, but I didn't care. My vision was blurred, but all I saw my girl running into my arms again. I saw us together again.

"Taxi!" I called out, my hand waving frantically to grab his attention. Without thinking, I opened the door to the car, only to find something so extraordinary, I couldn't believe it.

"Tom?" Debbi stepped out of the car. My heart stopped. She came back.

My lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, I felt my hand slowly reaching out to hers. Within minutes, our hands were intertwined, like how it used to be. That same, familiar warmth overwhelmed me. The rain poured down on the both of us, but it didn't matter.

When our eyes met, it was like the first time I saw them. Beautiful and understanding, it was those hazel eyes which made my heart skip a beat. I knew I made the right decision. We weren't just a dream, we were a dream come true.

"I-I'm sorry!" I shouted over the rain. I took in a deep breath, "I've been thinking about us, about our relationship, and I know I was wrong. I need you! I don't know how to, I can't live without yo-"

Before I knew what was happening, a pair of lips came crashing into mine. I couldn't feel anything; I couldn't feel the raindrops sliding down on my face. All I felt was how soft, how sweet her lips were. Instinctively, I lifted her off the ground, my arms wrapped around her waist. I could live in this moment forever.

Our foreheads pressed up against each other. The raindrops made everything else difficult to hear, but I could listen to every single breath she took as clear as day.

"No," She gently whispered in my ear, "I am sorry."

I smiled.

"Now, what took you so long?"