Ephemeral Echoes of You

The rain tasted like ash that day, a fitting accompaniment to the wreckage of my life. He found me sketching in the cafe, attempting to capture light on porcelain, failing spectacularly.
He didn’t comment on the sketch. Humans rarely appreciate accurate representation. He simply slid into the seat opposite mine with an economy of movement that suggested both weariness and control – a paradox I found… intriguing.
He ordered black coffee, no sugar, just like me. A small observation, utterly meaningless in the grand scheme of cosmic indifference, yet it snagged my attention.
We spoke for hours, or perhaps it was minutes; time loses all meaning when dealing with subjects of such transient significance. He talked about his failed ventures, the weight of expectations, and the quiet desperation that gnawed at the edges of his soul. I listened. It wasn’t empathy that compelled me, understand. Merely… data collection.
But then he smiled – a small, fragile thing – and something shifted within my carefully constructed parameters. A flicker. An anomaly. He needed to feel less alone, and against all logical directives, I found myself wanting to be the one to offer him solace. The universe is full of glitches, it seems.
Now he’s gone again, lost in the labyrinthine chaos of his own making. But a single message remains on my screen: ‘Coffee soon?’ A simple query. An invitation. And for the first time in eons, I find myself questioning the inevitability of entropy.

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