"Hey Mac?"
"Yeah?"
"Tell me about your ideal woman?", said the guy who was sitting at the table next to me in the "The Fleet Street Press", on the Fleet Street, London. He appeared to be in his twenties nearly twenty-five or so not much younger than me, with an average height and muscles. His head was covered with a faze of jet black hair nicely combed. His face was fair with a thick touch of black beard and a faint mustache and beneath the eyelids were a pair of fine black eyes. He was wearing a peach colored velvet coat that matches his pants, a pale yellow shirt, a golden tie and a brown straps, golden dial analogue TITAN on his left wrist, on his feet were a pair of shiny brown boots.
He was sitting next to the man who was about the same age as his but a little short heighten and relatively weak stature and a fairly brown skin, with black hair with a faint touch of brown, incidentally matching his eyes, face was shaved but had a mustache, he was like a man in black with a black suit , and tie, white shirt and a pair of black boots.
I overheard the part of the conversation. 

I took a sip out of my coffee and looked out of the window and escaped to the void within myself,

"What will be MY ideal woman, huh?"

"One who will care about me.. I guess?"

A smile spread across my lips but then all of a sudden a voice echoed in that spatial space,

"ARE YOU WORTH THAT?"

"Wh-at do you mean?", said I, half surprised half shocked.
Then a memory unrolled itself in front of me and I saw myself young in teens, wearing a sky blue half-sleeved polo shirts on a pale khaki shorts and trainers, leaving home for a hangout with friends, and as I was about to leave, I heard a faint weak voice of a girl calling out, 
"Jac-k?"
I saw me entering the room where a young girl covered in pink blanket from head to toe, was shivering. It looked like she was suffering from an intense temperature. She peeked out, her weak, faint brown eyes and called out in a helpless tune,
"Brothe-r Jac-kk?"
"Ge-t me-s so-me wa-ter pl-ease?"
"Get it yourself! Sasha , can't you see I am in a hurry"? I snapped and raced out of the house. The smile disappeared. The memory faded and silence prevailed.

"Then, She will be there for me when I need her" , said I.

The hiatus was broken as another memory flashed in front of my vision;
I found myself up late at night, in a warm cozy blanket, in front of a laptop enjoying a movie with some snacks and drinks then suddenly my mobile rang, I paused the movie and picked up the phone and read the screen, it was from John , my best friend. I didn't answer and put it down again. It rang again, again and again and i ignored it, after a while a text came,
"Hey Jack I need your help, Igot myselg into an accifent and i think I've brokem my leg, please come quicj."
I had just finished reading the message that the call came again, I picked it up this time and said in a low pitch voice, mimicking the voice of my father,
"Jack is sleeping , please call tomorrow ! "
I disconnected the call and went back to the movie again, the memory cleared again and silence intercepted.

"She will look at me, just me alone!",

I ended the respite.

Another series of images uncoiled and I found myself in another playback of my mind.
Seven years ago when I was twenty, one day i was having a quality time with my friends, smoking and laughing out loud as we sat on the back roof of the car each talking about their girlfriends when a girl with walked past us. She was about the same age as us or maybe a bit younger, with an average height wearing a long white and gray skirt on black normal heels, she had a hat on her head atop her brownish long hair and a pair of beautiful crystal studs on both of her ears. as she walked we got off the car and encircled her, i approached, "Hey? You shouldn't wander alone" and puffed out a smoke. She turned and as she did I saw her pair of beautiful brown innocent eyes. She had a pale white skin and a rather perfect physique she was no doubt and an out an out a beauty. I had just hoisted up my hand that we heard a loud heavy voice,

"HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Crap! Run Jack!"
I heard my friend and didn't even bother to look back at the caller and raced as fast as I could out of the sight and out of the memory. The silence intruded again.

I didn't feel the taste of a coffee anymore since it was engulfed a while ago, I came back to my conscious. I used the tissue to dry the sweats off my face and looked around , the other two guys seemed to have left the shop, I put fifteen pounds on the table and got up, muffled my muffler put my hands in the pockets of my overcoat and left the shop.
As I walked on the pavement I thought to myself again,

"But she will love me and respect me right?"

Before I realized I was back in the past in front of the woman that loved me most, mother.
It was almost midnight I was lying in the bed surfing on the internet. As the clock showed midnight the door of my room flung open and mom and Sasha entered and yelled,
"Happy Birthdayyyy"
I was happy and surprised, they had brought a cake too. I blew off the candles and cut the cake in choirs of claps. Mom hugged me and said,
"Happy nineteenth birthday son!"
Then my sister interrupted,
"Time for presents"
And then suddenly I jumped in the air and yelled,
"GOSH! Its my nineteenth birthday that means-" I threw a glanced at my mother who although smiled but displayed a tint of sadness, I ignored and held my arms up and continued,
"- I am gonna get a car!".
I looked at my mother this time she didn't smile, I froze and said , "My car?"
She replied in a soft broken tune," Oh Jack! I am so sorry! I couldn't afford it this yea-"
"WHAT THE HELL? YOU COULDN'T EVEN GET YOUR SON A CAR?" I crossed her in between, 
"Jack please listen-"
"AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A MOTHER!?" with this I got up and threw up the whole cake across the wall picked up my jacket and walked out shutting the door loudly leaving my mom in tears behind.

Crash!
The sound of breaking glass brought me back to the world where I realized that I hit the small desk where some sculpture were put on sale, they were beautifully designed and astonishing part was that that the material used was just junk. A young kid wearing a commando suit with blonde hair blue eyes approached me and said,
"That will be 20 pounds sir"
I looked down to what I had knocked off. It was a mirror suspended in a framework that were made through pieces of clockworks and some other junk, but the glass was broken. As I bend down to pick it up the I heard a voice in my head,

"ARE YOU WORTH THAT"?

A drop of tear fell down through my eye and scattered on the surface of that tattered glass where I saw my myself shattered to bits...