Epilogue

On the first day of spring, I read the poem I made as I sat inside a café, sipping my coffee while I read silently on a table beside a square window. As I was about to place my poem in my bag, a woman suddenly approached me. Her hair was drizzled in black, wearing a school uniform of red and white; and her skin was beautifully silky white.

"Hey there, can I ask you something?" the woman asked, waiting patiently for an answer, "The other tables are occupied and I was wondering if you're here alone? And if you are, do you mind if I sit with you?"

"Well, I don't mind the company," I said softly, exchanging a smile with her.

"Yes! Thank you so much!" she quickly placed her bag beside the chair opposite from me, sitting comfortably on it afterward before placing her cup of coffee on a coaster, "Name's Sharon, by the way."

"Mikhael, a pleasure to meet you," I said confidently, taking one last sip of my coffee.

"So, Mikhael, what brings you to this café? Surely not just to sip coffee I'm sure," she asks, swirling the spoon through her cup of coffee.

"Well." I placed my cup gently on the table, "The same as everyone else."

"And what would that be."

"… A new beginning"