I am a classical pianist. I graduated from Julliard School of Music and I was signed at Crescendo Records, a renowned music company in the country that caters to classical musicians such as myself. I've been touring yearly, for about six years now, travelling all over the world, expressing my passion for music through the melodies I play using my piano. Music has been my life since I was child. I started considering living away from my parents when I was able to roam around a foreign city, knowing absolutely no one, willing to be lost and just play music and explore the world on my own. It gave me a sense of freedom I have not felt knowing my parents are just a few blocks away from me.

One night, Luke had a proposal and that is for me to move to Portland – where he is now living. He thought it would be a great idea for me to spread my wings independently. Luke and I have not seen each other since we were high school. He went to Harvard Business School and I went to Julliard. Ever since then. We were so focused on our studies that we didn't have time to physically see each other, but we have always been in touch through video calls and text messages and felt as if we never really were apart. I believe after Luke graduated, he got a huge opportunity in Portland and he's been living there for as long as I can remember.

"So, you had my parents pack my things from my apartment and then ship them to Portland?" I asked, my chin resting at the heel of my palm. He wiggled his right brow. "Unbelievable Mr. Anderson. I don't know how you do it."

"Oh, c'mon Snowflake, we'll be living near each other! C'mon, it's been too long since we've seen each other, let alone lived near each other." I chuckled.

"Fine, so I'm assuming you'll fetch me at the airport then?" I raised my brow. He beamed, flashing his perfect set of teeth like he just came out of a toothpaste commercial. "You know it's a fourteen-hour drive from LA to Portland, right?" I continued.

"Road trip!" He exclaimed with his fist up in the air. I laughed. "Such a kid," He stuck his tongue out in response. "So when will you be back?"

"Three days from now. I'll send you my flight details." I said with a smile. "I cannot wait to see you." His expression softened. His green eyes were endearing. "I can't wait to see you too, mister." I chuckled lightly. I have to say, Lucas changed so much. His blonde hair was disheveled but it was as if he just came out of a hair product campaign in one of those high-end fashion magazines, strong facial features but he has the kindest green eyes and smile out of all the people that I've met. The softness of his eyes and smile was a contrast to how masculine his features were. He reminds me of an angel out of a renaissance portrait but with an unexplainable edge to his look. I couldn't blame the girls who wanted to date him back in high school. I heard his phone ring, breaking me out of my reverie. "Hey Snowflake, sorry I gotta take this. I'll talk to you soon?"

"Sure, no problem." I replied with a smile. "I'll wait for your flight details okay? Don't forget to send them." I nodded. "See you, Snowflake." he gave a wink and I just rolled my eyes. "Yeah, see you soon mister." I hung up the call.

My day passed in a blur. I was able to send my flight details to Luke shortly after our call. I found myself staring at the mirror as I brushed my teeth. I do look a little paler than usual. My platinum blond hair was unkempt, dark circles were a little present under my eyes and I looked a little...lifeless. After what happened yesterday, anyone would look as worse as I was. I ordered room service for the time being and just watched TV until sleep took over.

I was drowning. I wasn't sure what's happening or where I was. What I know is I'm underwater, slowly sinking deeper into the abyss. I tried to swim towards the surface of the water, but it seems the more I swim towards the surface, the further away it becomes. The feeling was petrifying and a little atypical. As if I was stuck in between life and death itself. I'm consciously aware of what is happening, but I'm supposed to be dead. I'm breathing but I felt lifeless.

The irony.

Then I saw those hazel eyes again.

I woke up gasping for air. My breathing was heavy, my heart was racing, and my eyes were frantic for a fleeting second until it dawned on me that it was just a bad dream. I felt a sheen of sweat have formed on my forehead. I looked at my phone and it was eight in the morning. It was just a dream. I repeated in my head like some litany. I grabbed a glass of water and went outside the patio of my villa, facing the beach. I drank the whole glass of water and inhaled the salty breeze of the sea. The sound of the ocean waves helped calm my mind down. I tried to settle my nerves but as soon as I closed my eyes, all I saw were those beautiful chocolate eyes, staring back at me. I'm not sure what the man looked like. I didn't have the time to scrutinize his face, but all I remember are those beautiful brownish-golden eyes that I got lost in as soon as my eyes made contact with his. It was mesmerizing to say the least, but there's something about them that I just could not point out that makes me want to stare even for just a little bit. Funny, I never had such a feeling before. My mind felt foreign for a minute. I tried removing the thoughts from my head, went back inside my room and did some yoga to keep my mind occupied.

I was on a video call with my Mom. She told me how Luke managed to convince her and my dad to help with moving my things to Portland. I had told her about my trip so far, except I had to edit out that I saved a man from drowning. Just like Luke, she did notice how pale and a tad bit sickly-looking I was. I just made up some excuse and she seemed to buy it and didn't press on the subject further. Dad was behind her, reading some papers. Always the busybody. I guess that explains why I tend to drown myself with work, piano chords and music sheets.

"So how do you feel about moving away from us?" she asked. Oh God here we go. I thought. Then I can see her eyes brim with tears. "Mom," I began. "I'm just moving to a different state. It's not like I'll be gone forever." She grabbed a tissue and wiped her tears. "Please don't cry," she smiled. "I know, it's just that you're so grown up now." I rolled my eyes. I saw dad chuckle behind her. She playfully hit him which made me giggle. "Mom, I'm twenty-eight years old." She shot me a stern look. "Regardless of your age, you're still my baby." I smiled endearingly. "I know, mom. I promise I'll come over during holidays and even your birthday and dad's birthday. Sounds good?" She nodded. She pushed her brown hair back and cleared her throat.

I hate it when she cries like this. Dad started rubbing her shoulders to console her. "Dad, take care of Mom okay?" He smiled. "Always. You too kiddo. Take care of yourself. Right now, you don't look so well." He pointed out worriedly.

"I will get some rest." I assured him. "I'll see you soon okay?" They both nodded. "Love you guys."

"Love you too baby," mom cooed. Dad gave me a little nod and a smile. I closed my laptop and went to bed. I looked at the time. It's just past twelve noon and I'm still exhausted. I just closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or someone was knocking at my door. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and realized someone really was knocking at my door. I checked the time and it was already seven in the evening. I carefully got out of bed and opened the lights. My whole villa was dark as I didn't leave any lights on before I fell asleep. "Coming!" I said and stretched my limbs. "Who is it?" I asked as I walked to the door, but I didn't hear a response. I looked through the peephole, but I didn't find anyone standing in front of my door. I thought maybe someone had mistaken that this was their villa or something. I was about to go back to bed until the knock came once again. Slightly annoyed I turned the knob. "Whaꟷ"

The owner of those hazel eyes, whom I've been seeing with my eyes closed, was standing right in front of me.