Chapter 43

"Let's go ..." "Who's the girl?" I asked out of curiosity. There was a momentary silence between us. Both leaned against the wall, let out a deep sigh. I was in another dimension again, while he was just staring. "I don't know," he answered after a while. "Martha?" "We're just childhood friends." "She's your first love." "Where did you hear that thing?" he turned the body in front of me. "If not Martha, who is that 'no other woman' you indicated earlier?" "My future girl?" I am you future! If only I could claim that. It is difficult to simply believe a prophecy. True or not, when the time comes we are still in control of our own destiny. It can happen, depending on our choice. We will be, if we will. But I don't think it would happen. Knowing what kind of a mess we are when together "Don't think too much about what that woman said. Often the fortune tellers today are wrong," he suddenly stretched out his hand, "Let's just forget what we hear