The first remembrance

She didn't believe it when she was told what would happen, but she wanted to. The so lost yet still found faces roamed in and out of the breeze ways struggling with carts and torn cardboard boxes, saying their peace with bittersweet melodies, and wiping away the beads of water from both their foreheads and eyes. Promising herself to change, to get lost, to get found again, she closed her trunk with the electric blue Ibanez over her shoulder and a large Beatles poster in the crook of her arm. Time passed, as always, people came in and out of the room- some with indifference or ignorance and others with an overwhelming compassion. Taking in everything, she continued to unpack the books she had brought along, even the ones hidden away and bound by leather and elastic.
She watched the sun set from her window on the third floor as it disappeared into the everglades that never gave back. It set over the lake where she could see hundreds of ripples from the fish and the reflection of the once strong tree in the water. The orange disc fell sooner than she thought it would and as it did so she offered a small sigh and thought of all the other things that had passed so soon. The night was hers to have and so she made it so. The North Star was much lower in the horizon than she had known it to be and she could see different constellations from where she now was- they were brighter, somehow.
The brick pavement led her to another opening, one with stragglers like her seeking a form of anything but solitude. She saw him there, turning, antsy, tall and gliding- and it was there that she knew exactly what she was doing, or going to do. He turned as he saw her and stared for a moment before he spoke with the smallest of smiles. She returned the gesture, looking about a foot upwards to meet his reflective eyes. The voice sounding from the chest wasn't like one she had heard before, but she knew too well the voice of his eyes. He introduced himself with a nickname that made her laugh, the irony was too real to compromise and with that she told him the name he would call her, trying to hide the smirk she could never keep.
'Are you as lost as I am?', him looking down through her big dark eyes
She laughed again as they walked to the billiards hall, 'Not anymore'.