There She Goes

"How can something so strange feel so painfully familiar?"

And there she goes again-lost in thought, daydreaming about that one fleeting encounter with a guy she hadn't seen in four years.

Celestine never believed in past lives or parallel universes. She didn't believe in fate or déjà vu-at least, not until that one night. That strange, beautiful night when she felt more found than ever, even as all she'd wanted was to be lost.

She couldn't recall his face, not even his name.But there were things she could never forget: the tattoo. The scent. The way everything about him felt... right. The calmness he carried, the quiet awkwardness between them, and the way he made her feel safe. Seen. Heard.

But today was supposed to be just another ordinary day-university, routine, nothing unexpected.

Until-

"You!" she gasped, stumbling as her things scattered to the floor.

The guy in the hoodie didn't stop. He moved too quickly, didn't turn around, didn't apologize. But that scent-

"Wait... you..."

It lingered.

Like a memory buried just beneath her skin, it came flooding back. That deep, aching yearning she'd locked away. For a second, it felt real again-like maybe, just maybe, she wasn't imagining it.

Maybe she was meant to find him.

And so she goes.