Our Fate

A look from afar

Our existence is one out of a million. So small and unimportant. But yet we are alive, and we have met. Why is that so? He tells me not to question it and just enjoy it. But he knows I can't do that. So I spend my days with my head up, thinking about the world, us, the meaning of life, purpose, and whatever manages to make it's way into my mind. But I mainly draw when I'm bored, however possible that is. I draw a happy end to my life, one where I go with him by my side. He tells me not to worry. That it'll end out that way. I hope it does. Before him, my life was just floating on a pond(my home town), occasionally bumping into other's lives. But that all changed when a new life entered our pond. And it did not enter calmly. This "new life" went unnoticed at first. Life continued as normal. Then school started. I knew everyone there except for one. The "new life". Right away I noticed his uniform was different than everyone else's. His tie was a bright neon orange with blue lightening bolts on it. I also took notice of the vibes he put off. Everyone around him instantly looked pumped up and full of energy despite it being mourning. The teacher told everyone to line up against the side wall and wait to be seated. I leaned out to get a good look at him, but he caught me. I pressed back against the wall as fast as I could. "Alright. Let's begin seating." The teacher seated each student one by one. I ended up being seated right next to him. He had medium length black hair and he again noticed my peering. This time, escape was futile. He turned, smiled, and waved. I did the same in return, and then class went on.