Silva and Stacy got to the cafe, they got a cup of coffee together. Silva sat looking outside the window, a distant look in his eyes.
She sipped her coffee, her gaze lingering on the figure in front of her, unable to start a conversation. She took a slow deep breath.
"I guess none of us saw it coming?" she said.
"Huh? What's that?" he responded, the same lackluster voice. He couldn't be bothered. She felt her chest tighten.
"The attack in the gate," she said.
"Yeah, none of us could have seen that coming. Everyone died, and now we live with that memory," he said.
"Yeah," she muttered in a low tone and returned to her coffee. It was another minute of silence before she looked up again. "I'm sorry," she said.
Silva turned his head. He looked her in the eyes. "About what?" he asked.
"Everything, especially the past. You and I grew up together, we were childhood friends, but I allowed my desires and selfishness to destroy what we had.
