moirai

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He couldn't get his mind off of her. At 26, he hadn't been in a relationship for over 3 years. He would spend days building his model helicopters or hanging out with Steven or other friends or swam for exercise. Other than those, he really didn't do much except for work. He had wanted to get into a relationship sooner but there didn't seem anyone that interested him much, until he met Maine.

For one, she was pretty and they shared the same passion for Musicals. He wasn't into girls who were too flashy or noisy. Although she was also bubby and fun to be with, she seemed to be the total of Pauleen who seemed to be a little bit too friendly for him. Pauleen, to Rj, seemed to be like a female version on Steven, noisy and playful. Maine seemed mysterious.

Upon reaching home after their coffee "date", he got ready for bed. He couldn't sleep...or rather, sleep evaded him as images of Maine run through his mind...

He took his phone from the night table beside his bed and went through his playlists. "I wonder which she has already" he thought to himself as he went through each title he had. His loved "RENT" which he played over and over again. He also used some songs dance musicals like "Footloose" and other upbeat tunes and pop songs as his workout music. He worked to music as well. He would zone out with music playing in his ears through his earphones. He usually did this when he worked.

He glanced at the time on his phone, it was just a little past midnight. He turned off his phone, turned off his night table lamp, said his prayers and turned to sleep. "Goodnight, Maine..." he whispered as he closed his eyes.

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She let herself in the house after the closing the gate and hearing his car drive off. She leant on the door after she locked it and smiled. She rushed upstairs to her room. She prepared her things for the next day – her outfit and the bag and shoes that would match it. After this, she prepared for bed. She then sat at the side of her bed and bowed down in prayer. After this, she scooted up the bed and lay down. "So, he likes Musicals...wow! That's kinda rare!....I wonder which is his favourite song?" She got her phone and flipped through her playlist. She clicked on a song, one of her favourites and let it play as she dozed off...

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They both didn't tell anyone else about their "encounters". Maine didn't feel like telling Pauleen everything just yet. He felt the same. Somehow, Rj felt that Steven was just too busy anyways. Although both their friends wanted them to be in a relationship already, they didn't push them either. Their friends believed that it would come at the right time.

Almost two weeks passed and Maine didn't hear or see Rj. She just thought that he was busy with work just as she was. But he, on the other hand, was actually more "busy" thinking up of ways to approach her and befriend her more. He was afraid that he would come off as too strong or aggressive if he texted her for no good reason even if he had her number or could easily shoot her a message via Facebook...they were now friends anyway ("She accepted my request last week...").

One Sunday morning, Maine went to Mass with her family like they regularly did. They sat in one pew, she beside Dean and their parents beside Dean. The voice of the guy behind her responding to the commentator or the priest sounded familiar. When she turned to give peace, she saw him, smiling.