What if I don't?

"Why?" I asked Rupert.

I heard him sigh and then his arms wrapped around my waist. He made me sit on his lap and then kissed my chin.

I bit my bottom lip, trying my hardest not to cry out of my frustrations and disappointments. I lifted both my hands to cup his face. "I thought I will forever see you, Rupert." My hands caressed both of his cheeks. I leaned my face closer to see his eyes. "I saw you last night. I can't be wrong, Rupert."

My fingertips touched his eyes down to the tip of his nose and then to the cold metal ring on his lips. I clearly remembered what he looked like. But then, I woke up today only to see his blurred face again.

My heart ached.

"Rupert," I sobbed. I could no longer hold back the tears. I was so happy last night— and now, it turned out, it was just for a while. "N-Not again ... I-I can’t see you again. W-Why?"

All my life, I thought I was okay with myself not seeing people's faces. I got used to it. I was so used to it that it became part of my system; to