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Haven couldn't keep the smile off her face for the week following the incident. Not the old hags called professors or the big man that runs the grocery store across the street could diminish to joyous feeling within her. Not the cool winds could rid the warmth within her. Not the endlessly cloudy days could eliminate the glow on her face.

"You are lovely." The words continued to ring through her head from the minute she woke up to the second she fell asleep. At night it was a beautiful lullaby that lulled her to sleep and in the morning it acted as a serenade.

It was not only the words that she couldn't seem to get out of her mind but also the person who had spoke them. The man occupied her vision. It was almost as if his face was forever etched in her memory. It brought comfort and frustration. Comfort, because he was the first person to have ever spoke a kind word to her and frustration because she knew she would never see him again.

It dawned upon her, minutes after the encounter that the man might as well have been a figment of her imagination. He was unknown. He was a stranger. That's all he was.

Kicking a rock she continued her stroll around the city, ending up at Central Park. Her eyes roamed around her surroundings taking in the sights. Bikers pumping their legs in the midst of their afternoon workout, quarreling couples, old men and women strolling through the falling leaves sharing looks of love, children bundled up in their jackets holding the hands of their parents. She smiled softly at the sight, a perfect family.

From her peripheral vision she saw a man hunched over in a suit, his face burrowed in the palms of his hands. She frowned at him and began casually striding towards him. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place as to where she had seen him. His physique, his hair had a feeling of nostalgia erupt within her.

Quietly she plopped down next to him. Her hair shielding her face yet again, she placed a hand on the man's shoulder. She knew all too well the feeling of frustration and sadness, and all she needed was a hand or few comforting words.

It's funny how a stranger can brighten your day with a few comforting words or even a hug. Sometimes that's all one ever needs. A hug or a kind word a day, maybe the world wouldn't be such a bad place.

"It's going to be alright, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually." She whispered.

The head of man snapped up and she was welcomed with two familiar forest green eyes. Her breath hitched in her throat. It was him; the man that occupied her thoughts daily.

His eyes once again twinkled. They say eyes are the windows to the soul and in that moment Haven couldn't believe in the statement more. His green eyes swirled with emotions along the lines of hurt, sadness and pain, and Haven found herself wishing she could make him happier, wishing that he had someone in his life to offer him eternal joy so he never had to feel the way he did in that moment.

Shocked speechless, the two sat staring at each other for however long they did before she broke the silence. Leaning in closer she wrapped her arms around him just as he had done the other day.

"Because you are lovely." She whispered, loving the feeling of his arms wrapped around her. He gave her a feeling of protection, a safe, even. Haven knew she had just met the stranger but that didn't stop the feelings she felt. Sitting there in Central Park welcoming the other's embrace, they knew they weren't fighting their battles alone. They knew that with the other no harm could fall upon them. The rest of the world had been forgotten. The sound of screeching tires and consistent yells were muted. It was just him and her and the rest of the world ceased to exist in their eyes. The coolness of the metal bench on their rears grew warm and the numbness of the cold weather began to fade.

She then unraveled her arms from around him, stood up brushing her skirt off and walked off.

Turning back she saw his eyebrows furrow as his green orbs followed her every move. Lifting her arm she gave him a half-wave along with a smile as to say 'we will meet again'. Grinning, the man returned the gesture as if to reply 'I can't wait'. pivoting on her heel she grinned to herself pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She smiled genuinely for the second time this week by a man who she knew not the slightest clue I of. She didn't know who he was. Where he worked. What he did. But she did know that he caused the butterflies in her stomach and he was the one that returned the smile and warmth she had once barricaded with cold. And this wasn't going to be the last time she was graced with his presence.

For she knew, that this was some twisted beautiful fate they had and that she would see him again.

Not a word was spoken between them but they understood what the other was saying.

It was as if when one of them was in peril the other would be there to pick up the pieces to their broken selves and put them back together.

Little did the to know that they were each other's missing pieces.

© 2014 Tarjani

A/N: Gosh dang it. I HAVE NO ELECTRICITY SO I COULDN'T EMAIL THIS DOCUMENT TO MYSELF SO I HAD TO RETYPE THE ENTIRE THING ON MY PHONE. IT TOOK ME AN HOUR. EXCUSE ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKE MY FINGERS AND UPPER ARMS HURT SO MUCH LIKE I CAN'T. I STILL HAVE TO UPLOAD A CHAPTER FOR, For Venice, With Love. PLEASE KILL ME.

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