Jackunzel Drabbles (The Original)

Soulmates

Rapunzel stared at the man across from her, the subway train zoomed by them, tossing her hair. Green eyes were wide, her  pink lips slightly open. The man before her looked at her the same way, blue eyes never changed changed in color over the years only this time around he had hair that was a dark shade of brown. With a guitar case at his back and his ears pierced, she knew it was him.

The business woman took the folder he held out to her, the one she had dropped coming out of the train. The London metro station was bustling with people and yet it was as if they were the only two there. She placed the folder back under her arm, her skirt-suit was the opposite of his ripped jeans and hoodie. He looked at her hair and frowned. 

"I liked it better long." he said softly. She reached back and touched the short brown strands of her hair, "And youre missing the accent."

She almost smiled but stopped herself, “And you’re missing the uniform.”

Jack shrugged, “Never liked it anyway.”

There were words unsaid, scared to asked, afraid to know the answers. Both looked at each other for another moment, eyes met. The same eyes they had seen all those years ago, the same eyes that they searched for. It was never the same though. Fate was tricky that way and they never though to ask anyone if this, what they had and remembered, was normal. No, people would call them crazy. They wouldve been hung or put into an institution. Instead they always just kept their eyes open.

"Do you want to get some coffee—"

"I’m married." She blurted out.

Jack felt his heart drop into his stomach. There had been many things over the years, many problems and places but in the 21st century she had married by her own choice. It wasn’t the 1700’s anymore nor were their houses run by men and dowries. He wanted to grab her and shake her, wanted to yell but he stayed calm. He could see the guilt and pain in her eyes and only nodded.

"Just coffee." he said softly.

Rapunzel looked at him for another moment before she nodded.

They left the subway in silence, their minds running around and trying to figure out what had happened, what had went wrong this time. The universe always had bad timing, but this was far beyond what they had expected. Not that they didnt each have their affairs, neither could go without experiencing love and connection. But they always knew that the other would come and that empty space in their heart and soul would finally fill. It was like having apart of themselves missing, never truly being whole.

The man and woman sat down inside a small coffee shop, the atmosphere was quiet for seven o clock at night. The business district was still bustling as well as the wharf but for them time had stopped. The sat across from each other in silence.

"What do you do now?" he asked her, waiting for her to meet his eyes. she tucked a short strand of brown locks behind her hear only to have it bounce back. A nervous gesture he always recognized.

"Social worker." she replied, "You?"

"Song writer." he said with a smirk. She giggled and finally met his eyes, both sharing the same untold joke of their situation, the cosmic joke of their lives.

"A long way from storming in with the Allies." she said softly, running her hands along the small menu on the table. The man chuckled, 

"You’re one to talk. Have you been back to Paris?" he asked, watching the emotion cross her features. He knew she was thinking of her paintings, of her small home just on the outskirts of the beautiful city. She shook her head,

"No, I heard it’s not the same."

"Well, the occupation did end." Jack joked. The woman gave him a look, rolling her eyes with a smile, "I helped with that."