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The Man Who Can't be Moved

(Arthur's POV)

"Oftentimes we say goodbye to the person we love without wanting to. Though that doesn't mean that we've stopped loving them or we've stopped to care. Sometimes goodbye is a painful way to say I love you."

-Anonymous

She left me…

She left me after all the things that I had done for her. She said that she loved me; she said that she cared for me, and I believed her.

We had been fighting a lot lately. We were fighting from the biggest things to the most nonsense things. When we see each other, all we did was shout and it even came to the point where she threw the things that her hand could reach at me. I didn't even remember anymore the reason why we were fighting. It was like it became our habit, which was really not good for our relationship.

It hurts whenever I think about the condition of our relationship before. We were in love, I was sure of that. I missed the times where we could laugh over our problems, the times that we would just lay down on bed and talk, and the times when she said that she loved me. I knew…I just knew that there was something else that was bothering her, when I ask her what was bothering her, she goes mad at me and another fight begins.

I was longing for her. I was longing for her touch, for her voice, and for every little detail about her.

It was just yesterday when she left me. She told me that we couldn't continue our relationship because it was not working anymore. That too much fighting was not healthy and it was for the good of both of us.

I was an idiot, so I said, "Fine! I can take care of myself."

I was fine during the first hours that she left.

I thought too that what she did was good for us. But her absence just made me realize how crazy and idiot I was. I had the most amazing girl and I let her slip away. I became an obsessive boyfriend and I got angry at every little mistake that she had done and vice versa. I got jealous with her guy friends and most of all; I'd taken her for granted.

When I walk around my house, all I see was her. She was cooking in the kitchen. She was eating junk foods in the living room. She was using the shower in the bathroom. She was sleeping on my bed. Sometimes I could see her smile to me and I would even smile back. But those were all just my hallucinations.

I thought I was going crazy. When I realized my mistakes, I quickly called her.

But she didn't answer. She never did.

I guess she didn't want to talk to me anymore. No wonder she hates me so much right now.

But I didn't gave up. I texted her, and I asked her to meet me at the place where we met. In the café that, that was not really popular. Only few people go there, and we were one of those people. I knew that she still goes there every day since they were the only one who can give her, her blend of coffee.

I could still remember the day when we first met. She was just done with typing something in her laptop and she was hurriedly leaving the café. While she was walking briskly, she slipped and she spilled her coffee on me. I was so intimidated by her beauty when I saw her so near to me. I was struck by her chocolate brown eyes, her brown hair and her creamy white skin. She was just so beautiful that it hurts. She apologized to me and she said that she would do everything just for me to forgive her since she didn't have money to buy me a new coat. So I told her that if she goes on a date with me, I'd forgive her. So that was where it all started. We had dates, we knew each other and we fell in love.

So here I was, sitting patiently in one of the iron chairs of the café, waiting for her arrival. It was raining today, and it was a little bit cold. The weather made my mood even gloomier. She should be here at ten in the morning, but it was already twelve. Maybe she was not coming today. I rose from my seat, headed to my car and then I went home in misery.

The next day, I did the same, I texted her, and I asked her to meet me at the café. Again, she didn't come. It happened for the whole week, but I was not losing faith. I knew that she would come back to me. She told me she loved me, so she would eventually come back. Maybe she just needed time.

A month had passed, and I spent most of my days and nights in the café. It had been the darkest month of my life. I never thought that I would be this miserable in her absence. I almost felt lifeless. It was like I had no inspiration to do anything. I just lost my job last week, but I didn't felt any regret, the pain that caused her absence overpowered all of my emotions. I had given her picture to the owner and I told him to call me if ever she comes here and I was not around.

I hadn't received any calls, texts or news from her. It was frustrating not to know where she was or what she was doing. Sometimes, I was thinking that she had moved on already, that I was wasting my time here. But our memories and promises to each other gave me faith and hope that she would come back here to me.

Above all those things, I was still waiting here in the café. It came to the point that I was not leaving this place anymore. I bought a sleeping bag with me and I slept here. People who were passing by gave me pitiful looks, but I didn't care. They don't understand me, they don't understand my feelings. I'm not leaving here anymore. I knew that this place was where she would go first whenever she had decided that she misses me and she wanted to come back to me.

I would wait for her, even if it takes forever…

(3rd Person's POV)

25 years later…

Arthur Greene…

He was pretty famous. His name was all over the newspapers twenty-five years ago. He was known because he never left a café that he said was close to his heart. He became even more popular when the people knew the reason why he was always waiting outside the café. Some were touched by his story, some were irritated.

He was gorgeous, no woman could deny it. He was tall; he had scorching green eyes, disheveled bronze hair, and an angelic face that attracts each and every woman that enters the café. Many girls wished that they could be his girl. Why? Because who in this world would do what he did? He was waiting patiently even though it took him years after years. Until now, he was still waiting, waiting patiently for the day that the love of his life would come back.

Today was a normal day for him. He just woke up from a dream that was full of his happy memories with Yza. He frowned when he realized that he was already awake. Why? Because reality means he could not see Yza's beautiful face again.

There was already a hot latte and croissant on his side waiting for him. He had become friends with the owner of the café while he was staying there. He didn't even mind that Arthur was staying there; he even gave him a room inside to sleep at. Arthur couldn't be more thankful to him. Every morning, the owner would leave him bread and coffee. In return for all the favor that the owner had done to him, he works at the café for free.

The owner really likes Arthur's presence in his café. Because of him, his café became popular and he had many costumers. There were many people intrigued by Arthur's story that was why they were visiting the café. When people ask him why he didn't just move on and find another girl, all he answers them was that he could never love another girl except from Yza, that even though they were not together anymore, she still had his heart. Because when his Yza left, she took his heart with her.

After eating his breakfast, he cleaned the café. When he was done cleaning the place meticulously, he sat on his normal spot outside the café. The memories of him and his Yza were still fresh in his old mind. He was staring at the table where he first saw her. He smiled as he remembered how beautiful she was. He could still remember the sapphire blue dress that she was wearing; her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and she was typing quickly on her laptop.

Today, it was exactly twenty-five years since his love left. He was still not tired of waiting. Sometimes, he couldn't help but think that she had already moved on and found a man that she loved and married. Those thoughts hurt him, but he just really couldn't remove them from his mind. Those thoughts sometimes made him think that he was waiting over nothing, but he just ignores it. All he thinks about was that someday Yza would come back to him and then things would come back to the way they used to be. He knew that she could just not give up all the things that they had been through. He knew that there was still another reason why they broke up, that it was something more than the fights that they had.

He was old already, he was fifty now. Sometimes he wonders if Yza would still recognize him when she sees him again, because he had already numerous wrinkles on his face, some of his hair were already grey, and he didn't have that muscular body anymore. But some told him that even though he was already old, he was still gorgeous. They were right, but Arthur didn't believe them, because for him, he was just a hopeless old man, waiting for a lady that left him because he wasn't good enough to take care of her.

After two hours of staying outside, he saw someone familiar. He saw again the creamy skin, flowing brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes.

Could it be her? It's impossible, she still looks so young… he thought.

When the girl was already in front of the café, her eyes went searching. When she spotted Arthur, he gasped in shock. She walked towards him and she smiled at him.

"Are you Mr. Greene?" she asked sweetly.

Arthur's hopes went down. Her voice was different, she couldn't be his Yza. She was someone different.

"Yes," he answered awkwardly.

"I'm Bree, I came here to know your story with…my aunt. I have seen you in a newspaper before and then I knew from my dad that you were my Aunt Yza's ex-boyfriend," she said with so much interest.

Aunt? She is Yza's niece, he thought as he examined how she looked like again. She looked so identical to Yza. It was like she was her reincarnation. Wait…if she was Yza's niece, she could tell him something about Yza. He smiled a bit at the thought.

"Ca…can you tell me where she is right now?" He asked nervously.

"You didn't know what happened to her?" She asked. Shock was evident in her voice.

"I…I don't know," he answered. He became more nervous and worried.

"I don't know if I'm in the right position to tell this to you. She…I'm so sorry, but she died in a car accident," the girl said sadly.

Bree felt really bad when she saw the shock and pain all over Arthur's features. When she saw that look on his face, she instantly knew that the man still loves her aunt. The thought even made her feel sorry for Arthur.

Such a poor man… She thought.

"Why? How?" Arthur asked, unshed tears welling up in his eyes.

"I thought you knew… It was seventeen years ago. She was about to come here for a visit. She had cancer and she didn't wanna tell you because she said that it would hurt you. So she chose to break up with you and then she would get treated. She did that because she thought that if ever she didn't survive, it would not be hard for you because you had already moved on.

"So when she was officially a survivor of cancer, she had decided that she would come back to you. You were the first person that she wanted to see after she was healed. In her way here to Seattle, her car was hit by a bus and then it happened…you know. I was still young at that time, I could barely remember her, but I know she was a good person and she loves you very much. My dad just told these details to me."

The girl was crying at the end of her story, same as Arthur. All these years, he had been waiting for her, but it was really her waiting for him…up there.

Arthur never thought that the thing that was bothering Yza was her disease. He should have known. He should have been there with her. He was sobbing right now. He had lost her without really knowing it. He didn't even have the chance to mourn for her. Above all that, he felt guilty. He was the reason why she died, if she just didn't come back, she shouldn't had died.

Arthur could feel his chest hurting…and then tightening…and tightening…and tightening. His breath hitched and then it was like he was lacking for air. He was trying to breathe, but it was like the air was being denied by his lungs.

Slowly…ever so slowly he could feel life seeping out of him. Bree was shouting for help, but no one came to help them, hell he knew that he didn't want it.

Finally, finally I would be with my love, he thought before everything went black.

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