"It's just not meant to be." She said turning away from him. She began walking, her skirt and hair being whipped around by the wind.
She looked up for a split second at the sky, expecting it to be gray and cloudy, like her emotions, but the sky was blue and there wasn't a cloud in sight.
"What do you mean 'It's not meant to be'?" He yelled at her over the wind. He was standing in the same place, somehow unable to move his legs.
She stopped and turned back around, picking some hair out of her lipgloss. "I mean everything's working against us! The timing's not right! The setting isn't right!-"
"The Earth's existed for billions of years, and we managed to live at the same time. There are billions of people in the world, and yet we somehow managed to choose each other. If that's not everything working with us then I don't know what is."
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
