I'm a barista in a coffee shop. You come in everyday and always order ridiculously complicated coffees. But you're pretty cute, so I never mind too much. Everyday, your pink top with black shredded boots. And everyday, I would be the one to serve you. But one day, you stopped coming.
I assumed you fell sick, or something came up.
After a week, doubts began to surface.
After a month, I began to loose hope.
After half a year, I gave up entirely. Hope was the light dancing on the wall and I was the cat, hope out of reach.
After two years however, you finally returned.

You had changed though. Instead of that half smile on your lips, that shredded boots, you had changed to something way more... professional. Prim and proper, you just ordered a coffee. Black. No ridiculously complicated orders. Just plain coffee.
At that moment, I knew. Something happened. And you would never be the same ever again.

[Why do I want to write a whole story about this]

Day 7

[Hmmmm...I think I got one.]

I trudged through the forest, a sword in hand, my bow discarded in a hidden caving in a birch tree. The sky was light blue, with white cotton that reflected in my eyes. Hair falling in my eyes, I brushed it impatiently aside. Then I stopped. With hair in one part of my vision, it looked like a blue sky with a bright yellow sun.

[It's not too obvious, I didn't want to make it to be easy, but there are quite a number of hints, if you know where you're looking ;)]