He's witnessed her smile, although, it was from a distance. A crowd between them; and yet out of all the people crossing the pedestrian, hers was the only smile that captivated him. Maybe because out of all the people rushing through that lane, she was the only one smiling. It was contagious and he grins along as their shoulders brush past each other; not minding the rain, ignoring soaking socks making squeaky sounds. A laugh spreads across her face then a blush. He knew then, even though he'd love to keep wearing soaking socks to make her laugh along the lane if they ever met again, he would have to wash and dry them. He sooner realized: Laundry was an imminent part of the mundane life cycle. But so was, falling in love.
Was it fate then? Where the moonlight met glass cafe window panes; a wandering heart met its destination. In the midst of his hurry towards a work he'd never once appreciated, he sees the familiar smile. A glimpse of sunlight in a moonlit night. He jogs backward and casually throws in a hopeful wave. Alas, she drinks the coffee intently. Too focused to spare a stranger a single glance. Disappointed, he set his mind into completing loads of paperwork. And yet it must have been fate that a baby stroller driven by a frantic businesswoman zoomed past him as if it was Vin Diesel holding the wheels. Face met glass and *thud*... the glass now had a memoir of his face etched on it. Then their eyes meet. 'Now there's that laugh.' he thought as he watched her chuckle her way slowly, sweetly, into his heart. Another realization: Panicked businesswomen weren't his preferred type of drivers and that babies seem to enjoy a bumpy ride as much as he enjoyed the sight and sound of her laughter. And maybe, as much as she enjoyed coffee.
It's a small world after all. There she was, again, in a blue cardigan walking under a moonless sky. Clouds have covered the moon just as much as the image of her, the sound of her, the sight of her, clouded over his mind. It was a fast-spreading spark. First his mind, then his heart, until he was too overwhelmed to the point of no return; stuck on Cloud 9 because she was there. His mouth had opened to call out to the thief who stole his heart; like a pickpocket, she snatched his feelings in silence. Just then, a dog and cat overwhelmed on their goose-chase ran past him and knocked over a trash bin. She turned his way, hair smoothly flowing along with the wind. To the dismay of a man's heart, her glance quickly left the spot where he was and she walked away. Away from quarreling cats and dogs and away from a longing heart. Two things then crossed his mind: Just as much as the fighting tandem didn't care about their interruption; she couldn't care less for a stranger caught in a battle of strays.
Where does she go anyway? Aside from roaming back and forth in a man's mind. He was no stalker. But, seeing her for the 4th night was enough sweet torture for a week. Carefully placing his steps, making sure everything was soundless, he follows her to wherever heaven she came from. After a few twists and turns, a heavy feeling settles itself in the pit of his stomach. She was an angel living one hell of a life. 'This should explain why she fails to notice me all the time...' and he lets out a sigh as he stares at the hollow doors of the Therapeutic Institution for the Blind.
"On my way to the institution, I met with an accident. A truck had hit me on a stormy night. The ambulance smelled of sanitizers mixed with the stench of blood; probably mine. My chest was being pumped repeatedly. I guess I was dying. I was glad though. I managed to tell the Doctor that I'd be donating my eyes. Hopefully, then, she'll see what I saw in her; how beautiful she smiles. It turns out tonight would be the 5th and last night."
That day, she had thought of committing suicide by driving a car. With his death came the beginning of her life.