Is This Destiny? 2

Is This Destiny? 2- Part 1

*5 years later*

(Ariana= 20, Ethan= 22)

As I quickly grabbed the pictures that I had taken on my desk, I placed my coat on, putting the pictures beautifully printed inside my bag. Locking my studio, where I have all the pictures I had taken all carefully stuck onto the wall, I walked to the train station. It was around January time and the roads were covered with frost and snow. It still looked beautiful though! These five years have been so tough yet so exciting. I finally got my dream job but I'm not a professional just yet.I still don't have enough money to get one of them professional cameras but I managed to rent a small building I can use to experiment with different angles. My dream is finally coming true and I am steps away from proving my Dad wrong. As I waited for the train to arrive, I quickly got my phone out to check the time. You know, sometimes I still check my kik to see if Jake has kiked me. But I am always left disappointed. I regret telling him that I love him because that could be one of the reasons why he doesn't talk to me anymore. I sighed, it was 20:34 and the train was late. This means that I'm probably going to be told off by Mum again. After a couple of minutes, which felt like hours, the train finally came. I quickly got on and sat down on the nearest seat. I smiled at the old man next to me but he just glared at me and looked away. Is that what I get for being kind? Okay... Keeping my eyes focused on the ground to avoid anymore awkward glimpses, the train stopped. A few passengers left but it wasn't my stop. After another couple of minutes it was finally my turn to get off. As I approached the train door, an old woman barged in front of me making me drop my bag and the pictures flying out. It scattered everywhere. The woman saw what she did but she looked as though she was in a hurry and just ran off. Sighing, I started picking up each pictures on the ground. Luckily for me, a young man around his twenties helped me get each of the pictures. He had brown hair and familiar features that I have seen before but just not know when. As he carefully placed it back in my bag, he ran off before I could even thank him. Getting a brief flashback of the picture Jake had sent me of him, the two faces seemed to have matched. Quickly running out of the train, I looked left and right but the young man had already ran off and disappeared. 'Jake?' I whispered. 'It can't be. Just probably my mind playing tricks on me again.' I laughed it off and continued walking home...