Destined to Be

Chapter Four: Everything seems unclear

 Chapter Four:                                                                                                                                                     Everything seems unclear

Nobody knows the trouble we’ve seen, nobody knows the price of this dream; and nobody knows what it took to believe- Mat Kearney

Fingers threaded together, Dylan and I walked to his room. It was quiet as neither of us spoke, normally I hated silence; even more so when I’m with someone I would feel the urge to talk and just get them talking. I don’t know if it was because of Dylan being my company or the fact I felt emotionally tired, but I didn’t feel the need to strike up a conversation.

I was content just walking alongside this man with his hand warming mine.

Surprisingly Dylan didn’t mind my slow pace, as he matched his to mine. It was odd, I guess it was because I was simply not used to this; people treating me this way. I remember going out with my cousins Noah and Veronica during this summer, and all they did was complain. At one point they eventually left me to walk ahead of me.

 I guess a part of me was upset that they didn’t care to wait for me, so when I noticed Dylan slowing his pace I felt my heart clench.

Tilting my head up to sneak a peak at Dylan’s looming physique, I caught his gaze firmly on me. Embarrassed that I was caught in the act I looked down at my feet, blushing like crazy.

So far, all day Dylan has been his affectionate self. To be honest, I kind of liked it, albeit I was a little worried that things might be awkward after yesterday; but it really didn’t change anything.

Sometimes, when I made sure he wasn’t looking I would just sneak a second’s peak at him and think I swear I know you…because in all honesty it actually feels like that. I don’t know why or how it’s possible, seeing as I’m pretty sure we had no clue either of us even existed before yesterday, but just thinking about him I feel a sense of familiarity wash over me. It’s that nostalgic feeling you get seeing someone, maybe a family member or friend after years of separation.

Watching our families interact so well just added to the sense of déjà vu and I couldn’t help smile thinking about it. Although it was like this last night, it felt different today.

I don’t know why but I noticed it more, as I spent more time just sitting and watching, not really eating or speaking. Biting down on my bottom lip I furrowed my eyebrows together. Normally whenever I was with Dylan I didn’t feel anything but content, but today... today was different. I felt like something was missing inside of me.

Unlike yesterday it was nowhere near as strong as to what I felt, but it still caused my chest to hurt. Gazing down at my hand intertwined with Dylan, I couldn’t help feel bad; I felt happy but I felt as if I was being ungrateful.

Here I was holding hands with the most amazing guy I’ve ever met; one I myself is still not certain that he exists simply because he’s just... what I always looked for. It’s stupid, I know, but I can’t help feel that maybe he was what I was longing for yesterday.

Dylan seemed perfect, and I was fortunate to even meet him, seeing as he lived in America; whilst I was all across the pond in England. For some amazing reason our paths crossed and we were now together albeit as friends; even though a part of me loathed the idea of it.

Maybe it was destiny?

A part of me questioned the possibility, I mean it did seem like it is. Unlike most teenagers I knew how my parents met, something my mum had told me earlier this year. My mum had also told me that our family believed in destiny, something I at first found it hard to believe; but after she had explained to me how my mum and dad’s families had history and my parents only met out of ‘’pure chance’’ convinced me that fate had some part in it.