Davon

Devon, your lover, died three years ago. Do you remember the day they called you and told you that he had been in an accident? You didn't go to the funeral because you just couldn't believe it. You stayed at home, curled up on the hallway floor, where you could still smell his cologne and you were crying like crazy.

For three years you learned to live without him and even started going out with friends for walks, once you almost met someone, but you ran away in time.

One evening, you went to a small cafe on the waterfront, where you and Dave liked to sit on weekends. You sat at a table by the window with a cup of coffee, looking at the water.

And then you saw...Devon?

He would enter the cafe with another woman, hold her hand, and smile at her with the smile you remembered. He kissed her temple as she whispered something in his ear. They sat down at a table across from her, and he looked at her the way he used to look at you.

You couldn't breathe. You looked at his face, at his hands, at his lively, warm eyes. He didn't die, he just left you. He faked his death to start all over again...with another.

You sat and watched. His companion thinks he's just a nice guy who loves her, but she doesn't know that he died for someone three years ago.

At some point, he looked up and saw you. For a second, something flashed in his gaze. Fright? shame? But he averted his eyes as if he didn't recognize.