Two Roads ≫ l.s

16

Louis told me he lived by fate, under the rules of the stars. I scribbled into today's page.

He'd described his perception of fate to me when we were on the road, staring out into the seemingly infinite stretch of land ahead of us. He'd told me whispered to me (we didn't want to wake anyone) that he viewed fate, and human life as a road.
He'd said that even though the road may look as if any kind of end is an impossibility, the fact remains that it's uncertain where, or when the inevitable will appear. I think he was trying to describe human death. I swallowed nervously.

I remember my gaze travelling to the window either side of us, staring in enchantment as the hundreds of trees, lights, and civilization rushed past us within milliseconds. Louis started using them to represent the hundreds of opportunities we come across every single day of our lives, and how humans either ignore, or reject these opportunities for fear of consequences.

I remember him staring at me in the pause after his small monologue, and reminding me that the majority of the time, the consequences of either rejecting or passing on opportunities can be worse than those of taking the opportunity when its available.

I guess that's why they say you regret the words you didn't say when you had the chance, more than the words you did. Because fate waits for no-one.

I sighed, dropping my pen out of my newly aching hand and staring out into space for a short moment, visualizing the stretch of road ahead of me as if I was the driver of the bus. The controller of my own life. The holder of the ever-changing fate that lay in my hands.

I just feel so privileged. I sighed to myself, vowing to write this into my diary later on account of the fact the position I currently lay in was too comfortable to move out of in order to grab my pen and start noting it all down now. Privileged to have the fortune of my life path intersecting with his. To experience our two roads meeting.

Fate was responsible for this. I narrowed my eyes. And I couldn't be more thankful. Anyone with enough sense could see that this was meant to happen. But I don't know what else Fate has in store for us. No-one can foretell what's waiting out of sight, further down our road.

Something tells me that Louis' words were more of a warning. I gulped, an uncomfortable feeling beginning to swirl in the pit of my stomach. Maybe he's all too familiar with the encounters of destiny himself. He always told me he was a strong believer in speaking as soon as the chance is given. Maybe he has enough experience of what happens when you miss that chance.

I sighed, letting my eyes fall shut as the exhaustion from the night began to finally affect me. I tried to push the upcoming intrusive thoughts out of my mind.

I have to tell him. My mind whispered, causing my newly-prickling eyes to snap open.

No. The other side of my mind retaliated suddenly. I can't.

I gulped, shaking as many thoughts as I possibly could manage straight out of my head, and distracting myself by gently wrapping my arms around a sleeping Louis' slim waist, pulling him closer towards me and burying my face into the crook of his neck.

I could feel him regaining a fraction of consciousness, as he took in a deep breath, sighing out contentedly as he wrapped his arms back around me, before falling back into a deep slumber.

I gulped, lifting my head up slowly and pressing my lips to his forehead, closing my eyes and breathing in the addictive scent laced into his unruly hair, wondering if he was asleep enough for me to confess.

"I-..." I opened my mouth, my thoughts, body, and heart completely freezing in response to my attempt of final confession. I remained motion and wordless, eloped in the silence that hung thickly in the air surrounding us.