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Originally posted by Axial Leader
The last time I saw her, she was perfectly happy. And that is the way I will always choose to remember her.
She was sitting in the little restaurant we use to go to, and dusk was falling. Rather than going inside, I put my face close to the plate glass window to watch her, realizing that the one-way effect of the dimming light outside made it very unlikely she would notice me. I watched her for several minutes, with her animated hands and breaking smile, as she discussed something with her friend sitting across from her.
She didn't see me. If she had looked very carefully in my direction, through her own reflection in the window, she might have perceived me standing there, studying her from a distance. In fact, if I recall correctly, she glanced at me several times, clueless. Perhaps she sensed she was observed, through some telepathic signal my yearning must have broadcast.
Through the glass, across the diner to the very center of the space she occupied – I could feel her soul. I could hear her thoughts – indirectly. I knew what she was telling this friend of hers, and I felt an agonizing burn of betrayal.
She was perfectly happy.
That was long ago. I have not seen her since that day.
I could visit her again, anytime I wanted to. It would be trivial for me to re-establish contact. Or, I could stalk her, invisibly, as I did on that last day I saw her.
Did she really cheat on me? I could look directly into her soul now. I could know her secrets. I could visit any part of her life as easily as opening a book and reading her narrative. I would know – finally – if her heart was as true as mine, or if I was just a toy for her to spurn and lie to. Was she was upset when she heard the news of my death? Did she attend my funeral? Now I could learn every facet of her life: every tragedy, every pleasure, every action that metered her days.
I choose not to do that. Instead, more than I ever did during my life, I now hold her in eternal respect. I leave her soul inviolate. I choose to remember her as happy, as when I last saw her.