Excerpts of My Thoughts

Fate?

She paces down the hall, eyes darting around to find the place she was looking for. The sound of her steps echoes back into her ears. At last, she slows to a halt, finally arriving at where she wanted to be. She takes a step back, an arm across her chest and a hand resting on her cheek. She skims over the tags to find the right section, and when she does, she steps forward again. Her fingers glide over countless book spines before stopping on one. Her eyes lit up as she curls her index finger onto the top of the spine, pulling it down towards her. It took her a second before she noticed there was someone else on the other side, but when she did, her eyes widen as her vision fell upon him. 

His back was against a bookshelf and his head was half-buried in a book. Subconsciously, her line of sight went to the cover of the book. 

Loveless...huh? She thought to herself. It's not every day that you find a man reading tragic romance novels set in the 19th century. He doesn't look like the type to be into it either.

Suddenly, his eyes flick up, meeting hers. A soft gasp left her mouth, never was her intention to stare, but something about him made it hard for her to avert her gaze. There was something familiar about him. She slowly backs away, clutching her book around her chest, unable to meet his eyes. On the other side, he walks towards her, leaning down to the window they've created in the shelf. Silence follows. And unsure of what's happening, she sneaks a glance up, only to meet his eyes once more. Woefully for her, her action hadn't gone unnoticed and earned a quiet chuckle from him. She sighs to herself, feeling the heat rise up to her neck, and turns to leave the awkward exchange to become a thing of the past.

"Out of sight, out of mind" doesn't really apply when the situation replays countless times in her mind although she has gone a few rows past where she has been. She shakes her head lightly as she turned at a corner, hoping it would do her some good. Instead, she comes face to face with him again. It took her a second to recollect herself, but before she could excuse herself, he interjected.

"Oh, so this is where you've been," he whispers. "Must have been fate that we met again." He smiles sheepishly. 

"Let's grab a drink at the cafe," he said, ruffling her hair. "C'mon, you can stare at me longer there."

Despite meeting him just a while ago, she couldn't deny that she felt a sense of comfort around him.

She sighed again, pacing after him with a smile playing on her lips. Then let's see why fate made such a decision.

- May 15, 21