Happenstance

Happenstance

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"Happenstance" He answered without hesitation, looking at me with those eyes that had always been so cold, so emotionless; but for a split second I could have sworn I saw something, and it looked like... uncertainty? "What?" I was very confused now, I wasn't expecting such a complicated answer, and I'm pretty sure my face showed how I was feeling because I saw him open his mouth to speak again "Happenstance, a chance event without an apparent cause" He explained, acting as if everybody knew what that word meant, as if it was right after 'Hello' and 'Goodbye' for 'The English Language's most common words' "What does that have to do with anything?" Now I was really getting pissed off, why couldn't I ever just get a straight answer from him "You asked me what I think you and I are, and that's what I think we are, a chance encounter, a coincidence, an accident" And at that very moment, I just wished I had never asked in the first place. Happenstance, who knew such a pretty word could be used in such a heartbreaking sentence.
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