I saw him. I saw him so clearly. The slightly tanned-pale skin, the short figure, the shy expression. Everything was so clear. But the most eye-catching was the mob of close cut, scarlet hair that accentuated the big turquoise eyes. Sheepishness ruled his demeanor and longing encaptured his eyes. Yes, everything about him was so clear. So transparent. Yet, so beautiful. Three years ago, the vision of that boy was so stunning, I knew I wouldn't forget it. 

Then why did I? The same day, the same second, the same moment when I caught a glimpse of him, he was gone. It was as if he disappeared into thin air, as if the sand drank him down. He became hazy, his figure faded and no matter how hard I tried, in my mind, his image remained as if I was looking at him from the other side of an oily window. Blurred. 

That was, untill I sat on the same tree branch as that day, the same time as that day, at the same angle as that day, with the same anticipation as that day. Amber had told me to keep a lookout, just like back then. But this time, in that second, in that moment, I didn't have my eyes open. Instead I had closed them and taken a deep breathe to calm my nerves. It was then that I saw him. The same boy, in the same spot, with the same expression, standing, staring at me. But he wasn't there in real. I had seen him through my closed eyes. Not through my mind's eye, but through the ones that I had in my heart. That is when I realised, the impression the boy had mad