Seven minutes to forever

6 Watcher of Fates

Standing across the street, I watched as fate unfolded like a story written in the stars. The girl was there, her silhouette framed by the soft light of the store as she cleaned the window. Her gentle humming filled the air, a familiar tune that felt like home, wrapping around me like a warm blanket.

Just a few feet away, he turned his gaze toward her, deep brown eyes filled with confusion. I could see the longing etched on his face, a reflection of the years spent searching for her. His heart believed she was the key to his freedom, and oh, how desperately he wanted that freedom! But fate, with all its quirks, had different plans.

I had watched them cross paths countless times, each meeting touched by irony. They were drawn together by an invisible thread, yet every time they reached for one another, fate pulled them apart. It was a bittersweet dance of hope and despair. They were so close, yet the space between them was filled with uncertainties and sacrifices waiting to be made.

As I observed her from my hidden spot, memories washed over me. I had seen her take the bus for work, her heart heavy with the weight of dreams unfulfilled. After pouring her heart out to her parents, wishing for happiness to find her, I felt a pang of sadness for her. She was too good for the cruel games of fate, yet fate had its own rules—rules that no one could defy. They might think they could outsmart destiny, that they had somehow escaped its grasp, but deep down, they would never truly know if this was just another step orchestrated by fate itself.

As I watched her, I wished for her to find joy, but I also understood the bitter truth: fate can be sweet as sugar, but just as salty as salt. She longed for happiness, a simple joy that always seemed just out of reach. And him? His desperation drove him forward, but it also left him vulnerable. He thought finding her would unlock the chains binding his heart. Little did he know, fate had a way of playing games. "Freedom is often a double-edged sword," I mused. He sought liberation, while she chased joy, yet their goals were intertwined.

In this complex game of love, they would face the truth of their desires. Love isn't just about finding a way out; it's about the journey through darkness and light. "To discover each other, they must first confront their fears," I whispered to myself. They would need to untangle the threads of their past and embrace the unknown.

As I stood there, hidden yet watchful, I felt the weight of their destinies resting on my shoulders. It was my job to observe, to ensure that when the moment arrived, they would recognize the bond that tied them together. Fate had woven their lives into a tapestry rich with color and emotion, and I was here to help them navigate this journey.

The girl paused her cleaning, glancing toward him, who stood captivated yet puzzled. In that brief moment, I felt a flicker of hope spark within me. Perhaps this time, they would move closer to their destinies. Maybe the universe was finally aligning for their reunion. "Sometimes, the universe plays a game of hide and seek with love," I thought.

With a heavy heart and a mind swirling with possibilities, I turned to leave, knowing their paths would cross again. The sweet and salty nature of love awaited them, and I would be there to guide them through it all, a silent guardian watching from the shadows.-"In the game of fate, freedom and happiness often dance in circles, each step pulling us closer to what we seek.""When love whispers, listen closely; sometimes, it holds the answers we've been searching for all along."