This was her third time coming back for you.

Anastasia once went by the name Malia , she was your first girlfriend in the sixth or seventh grade , and she was unfortunately lost in a school shooting. You remembered hee blue eyes so perfectly , as they were so stunning and unique that it charmed you forever. It surprised you when you met your second lover at 18 named Sharlene , who had the same exact eyes , unfortunately she died two years later from drug abuse , leaving you with your addiction and depression.

And now you sit with Anastasia at 25 , holding a cigar between your fingers as you exhaled a heavy puff. You felt a hand flick it to the side and that’s where you got captivated by those eyes again. You knew it was her , it had to be.

“ Smoking is very unhealthy.. “

Anastasia started , smiling softly at you as her hand went to comfort your shoulder. She looked totally different then the last each and every time , but you still found her divine nonetheless.

“ I’m Anastasia , by the way. What about you? “