Chapter 1: The Unseen Ties
Content: New Adult, Fate
Layla's morning have been a blur. The sound of her alarm had slightly registered earlier than she rolled off the bed, grabbed the closest hoodie, and ran out the door, past due for her 9 a.M. Class. College existence had a way of speeding beyond while you have been caught up in cut-off dates, assignments, and the steady pull of your personal thoughts. As a 2nd-yr scholar, Layla had learned to juggle it all-or at least attempt.
Her coronary heart raced as she hurried across campus, her book bag bouncing against her lower back. The chilly autumn air bit at her cheeks as she weaved through clusters of students chatting or sitting beneath the scattered timber. She changed into so focused on the time ticking away in her head that she slightly noticed the guy on foot in the opposite route until she crashed into him.
Books flew out of her arms, scattering like confetti. Layla stumbled lower back, eyes extensive in panic. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry!" she blurted, bending down to gather the mess of papers and textbooks.
The guy-a tall parent with tousled dark hair and a confident air-smiled at her, even though there has been a hint of surprise in his eyes. "It's ok," he said, crouching beside her. "I wasn't paying attention either."
They each reached for the same ebook right away, their hands brushing lightly. Something shifted in the air between them, though neither of them said anything.
"I'm Layla," she supplied, her voice simply above a whisper.
"Ethan," he spoke back, nonetheless conserving her gaze a touch too long. Something unstated exceeded among them, a quiet connection that didn't want words to be felt. It changed into as even though the universe had nudged them together, like invisible threads weaving their paths into one.
It turned into not anything unique-or so Layla notion. But something about that moment stayed with her, tugging at the rims of her mind.
Chapter 2: The Invisible Threads
Content: Fate, Romance (Opposite Gender)
A week had surpassed considering the fact that Layla ran into Ethan, but it felt like a lifetime. Every time she stepped into the library or walked across campus, she half-predicted to see him. And then, one Tuesday afternoon, as she sifted thru notes for her psychology magnificence, she heard a acquainted voice.
"Do you constantly examine in this type of... Chaotic manner?"
Layla looked up, startled, to find Ethan leaning against a close-by shelf, his lips curled into that casual smile she had already grown fond of. He looked out of region within the quiet library, his leather jacket a stark contrast to the sea of hoodies and flannel shirts around him.
"I-what?" she stammered, glancing at the pile of books and highlighter-streaked notes scattered in front of her. "This is prepared chaos."
Ethan raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. "If you say so."
There changed into a playful warm temperature in his eyes, and Layla couldn't assist but smile back. They exchanged small talk for a couple of minutes, after which, without wondering, Layla invited him to seize coffee later that week. Ethan's face lit up on the thought.
"Sounds like a plan."
As they walked to the café, a strange, plain pull appeared to draw them together. Layla couldn't pretty give an explanation for it-this connection among them that felt like extra than simply two humans assembly by way of hazard. It was as even though the universe had woven their paths collectively, and each time they crossed, it tightened the invisible threads linking them.
