"Ok, just take a seat. Your order will be ready in 15 minutes," said the cashier in a cheery voice that screams she really needs a good tip to make her 8 dollar an hour job worth it.

As I was going to take my seat, an oddly familiar face was standing in the periphery of my vision. Huh, very few things still surprised me, but this, this did. I looked more intently towards her. No, it couldn't be, all of it fit, all of it was right, but this was all wrong. She was frozen. Also, I'm sure she had the exact same questions flooding her mind. I could see the surprise in her eyes, which quickly turned into rage as she began walking towards me. I didn't know what to do, embrace her, kiss her, run away? for the first time in a millennium. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there as she walked towards me.

She looked so beautiful, I must have been hallucinating. The biggest ghost of my past walking towards me, haunting me as she had done for centuries. She couldn't be real, this couldn't be real, I watched her die by my hand, I moaned her I buried her, she died this couldn't be real. So how was she now seated across the table from me.

"1037 times, 1037 times was the number of times I died and woke up again in that box you put me in. It would have been much more, but after a 1000 or so deaths, even death itself gets tired, so instead, you just feel the pain leading to death all the time. Your little coffin barely held out as soon as you poured the cement over my grave it caved in on itself, so for 537 years, i was being crushed alive, dying and waking up again till I stopped dying at all. In the end, only two thoughts kept me company, the thirteen times I could have killed you but spared you because that was our thing, you would foil my scheme, and we would fight and make love after. The other was your stupid face as you stabbed me in the stomach, and you even had the nerve to say you loved me after breaking our unspoken rule. I really wanted to kill you, but by the time I got out the world was a changed place, I thought for sure time had stolen my chance to kill you, but now I see you can't die, thankfully the grave taught me that living through the pain of death is much worse. I am going to enjoy tearing you limb from limb and watching the life run out of your eyes, only for me to do it again. You look smug now, but I'll teach you the true meanings of dread and pain, Charles. Now get up. I really wouldn't want to cause a mess in my cafe."

"Waiter, can you make those two chai latte's, your boss, and I have a lot to catch up on."