Integrity & Melancholy

Luck Coincidence & Fate

Malli looks after the man in the black sweater with wide eyes. Somehow that simple sentence of acknowledging her clothing got her all confused in her head. His eyes, they looked like coloured glass held in the bright sun. Such vibrant specs that man had.

Malli looks down at her grey sweater and wraps her arm around herself, feeling the softness of that material.

When she chose between a black and white T-shirt with a denim jacket and this sweater this morning, she would have never thought that choosing comfy would bring a smile to her face at this point.

"Miss!" A female voice calls out and Malli looks up towards the woman behind the counter, who is waving her hand in front of her face with a hot coffee standing on the counter before her.

"Oh, sorry, thank you." She whispers out, hurriedly taking the coffee and leaving the café.

She looks around for just a quick second, her blue eyes scanning over everyone walking by and everyone in the far, stupidly hoping to find that man again, he seemed so comfortable with himself in a way that she was missing in her life.

Then, just as quick as she was outside, she decided to just let it go. This wasn't her hometown anymore, where almost everyone knew everyone. She came to the realization that she will probably never see that man again, which should not come as a surprise and she starts making her way to her university.

Stepping closer to the entrance she takes a deep breath of the slowly cooling air around her, adjusting her black scarf and pushing her glasses up her nose again, taking the rock stairs up to the entrance.

The doors open before she can lay a hand on the handle and two girls walk out, both with their hair in a ponytail, slim bodies and dressed to impress any person walking by. Which didn't exclude Malli. She looks after them, envying their every inch before turning around and stepping into the busy halls of her university.

Malli starts walking to her first class this morning, taking sips from her coffee every now and then.

When she get's to class she is met with an almost empty room, taking seat at a table to the side, setting down her coffee, throwing her backpack on the ground and taking a seat.

She takes out a block and pens and starts doodling nonsense onto a clean page.

As she is almost done with the face she mindlessly drew, her coffee gets snatched from the table and she looks up in a hurry.

A girl in tight black pants, a light grey tanktop and a black and white flannel hanging from her waist olds Mallis cup in her hands, taking a sip from it. After that she puts it back on the table and sighs.

"I overslept, and obviously my brother emptied the fucking tank yesterday so i couldn't even take the car to school." She huffs out and lets herself fall onto the chair next to Malli. Her Short brown hair falling into her face as she makes a weird face, trying to wake herself up.

"Good morning to you, too Chris." Malli smiles. Chris looks over at her with a sarcastic smile when her equally blue eyes go down at Malli's scribbles.

Before Malli can rip it away, Chris already has it in her hands, looking at it.

It's not that she has something to hide from Chris, she is her best friend after all, but when it's about drawings or just scribbles, Chris is the artist. She just always felt insecure showing them to her, no matter if she likes how it looked. She just knows that Chris was more experienced.

"This is cool. Who is it?" Chris asks looking at her friend with a slight smile. Malli blushes, her eyes darting to the paper, the face of the mysterious man from the café slowly taking form on it.

"Just-... Some guy. I just felt like drawing." She whispers out, wanting to get the drawing out of her friends hands, feeling slightly uncomfortable with her looking at it. It wasn't even meant to look good.

"Really? Because wow, i love these eyes, you did a good job with this. I told you, you have it in you. This is really beautiful Malli." Chris compliments, her eyes scanning the paper before smiling at her friend and giving it back to her. Mallis eyes widen at her friend.

"Really?" Her friend nods, a smile playing on her lips. "Thank you." Malli replies, before putting the paper away, looking up front.

Their teacher walks in with a load of paper in his arms.

"Alright guys, today i want to discuss a matter. You will be put into small groups, and are going to make points about a certain topic, bring me some good points and after you are done you can each one get started on an essay about it. You have a month for the text and i expect great words from all of you. Alright, find a partner or two and start on the topic 'Coincidence, luck, fate.' . Let's hear what you guys have." He starts handing out papers to the groups about other people's opinions on whether fate luck and coincidences exist the way we think.

"Cool, this could be fun to write about." Chris utters out, grabbing a paper and folding it into a paper plain.

"Really?" Malli asks her friend, glancing over the texts in front of her. "I've never even thought about this stuff."

"Sure but this is stuff we get thrown at us every day." Malli looks at her friend sceptical and confused, so Chris continues to explain. "Like, I gave a homeless man a few bucks on my way here today, I maybe saved him from starving, without that money he would have died by the end of the day, in a few years, he will be working as a cashier in some store. My brother walks into that store and they both end up at gunpoint by some dude. The former homeless guy saves the day and saves my brothers life. Now none of these hypothetical things would have happened if my brother wouldn't have emptied the tank yesterday, making me walk here and having me give that man a few bucks. Now is that luck, coincidence or fate."

"Damn Chrissi." Malli laughs. "I just said i didn't think about this stuff on a daily basis. Calm down." She smiles at her friend and puts her hands up in mock surrender.

They both smile before looking back down at the badly printed papers in front of them. One short text tells about a woman talking about how it was fate that she met her husband in a hospital while almost dying and losing her friend because of a car accident. This get's Malli thinking.

The fact that she felt madly inspired to draw at night, not getting the sleep she needed, deciding to wear a comfy sweater when she woke up late, and tiredly deciding to get a coffee before school for the first time.

Meeting the man with the green eyes.

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Please tell me what you think because I'm feeling madly inspired somehow and I'd love some criticism from you. Yeah you! Whoever you are reading this.

Alright have a good one!