"The most important person in my life" (fantasy) I don't remember how we met. Just one day I realized that here was I and there was she. We've known each other for more than twenty years. We've seen so many tears and heard so much laughter during all this time that I could call her my life's most important person. — And now I want to find her. Although it's not the first time when she's missed but I've got a strange feeling. As if she wouldn't come back. As if she left me forever. Damn! What the hell! Where is she? I've talked to some of our common friends, and they said they remembered her very well still not knowing where exactly she could be, while I was a stranger to them. What? Is it their mistake? Or just a stupid joke? However, I found some her traces. I need to go inside, deeper inside, come back to the place of our last meeting. I don't remember where and when it happened. Strange. But still... I need to find her. I have to do it. ...I'm going through the crowds of people, they all are bumping into me, and it's hurting. I think I've met all of them before. Look, here is my classmate who left our school after the third grade, he's still ten-year-old boy. And here is my neighbor I lived with several years ago. Oh, she is still wearing those super high heels. And that girl and that man... Pain. The further I go, the more painful their punches. What have I done to them? Push. Gah. They've started to go faster. Punches are coming from all sides. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's some kind of her protection. Or just a way to remind me about her. Yep, the last one seems to be true. I need to remember her. People from the time she was a child. People from the time when she was happy. School, university, family. It's just memories, but what's going on with these people in reality? I don't know. I lost contacts of almost all of them. And some are already dead. But where is she? The flow's becoming slower. Hands, faces, eyes. Parents, brother, best friends. No one any more. Emptiness. What's going on? Where is she? Why I'm alone here? What..? Two chairs. Nice. I'm coming closer. Somebody's appearing in the dark. I'm sitting down. Somebody's sitting down too. I'm crossing legs, putting the right one over left. Somebody's crossing legs, putting left over right. What the heck? Is it a joke again? Is it a mirror standing here? No. It's not a mirror. It's she, the person I want to find. It's me, the person nobody knows. From future to now.