- because this moment simply is -

She doesn't know who they are, she doesn't know who he is. All she knows is, fate wants them to meet for the second time.

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

"Alive.." He started to say, repeating the last word. "That's how you make me feel."