Disclaimer: I own nothing. Inception and characters © Christopher Nolan.
A/N: This entire 'story' contains major spoilers if you haven't seen the movie Inception. If you haven't, what are you waiting for? Run to go and see this fantastic movie. Now.
One
Paris. College. Architect. Degree.
These things had been her focus.
Professional. Level headed. Questioning. Calculating.
This was his life. Until a job offer came up.
Saito. The dream world. Fischer Corporation. Domonic Cobb.
Four things radically changed their lives. That is, until they met each other.
She had not expected to be surprised any other way.
He had not expected something would happen.
She had not been looking his way.
Two
He explained and showed her his die. Something he vowed he'd never show anyone.
She showed hers to Cobb.
He was there. In the shadows.
Professional. Researching into long hours of the night.
She was constantly sketching. Bending physics with her imagination in the dream world that was unfathomable in the real world.
Using long hours of the night to build levels.
He instructed her.
She delved in, deeper than she would have thought possible.
Three
He couldn't fit the pieces together.
She watched Cobb's fit perfectly together.
Impossible.
Subtlety was his game.
Boldness became hers.
The mission became increasingly complex.
Events took place in the lounge.
Her eyes were opened after spending time with him.
He protected the team. Protected her.
She continued staying by Cobb's side.
He watched how vulnerable she could be.
She found the flaws Cobb covered up.
Mixed emotions.
Four
The Kick changed everything.
Eyes open. Surviving. Contemplating. Talking.
Finding out everything was a dream.
They walked from a long flight.
Four things changed their lives.
Totems.
Looking back, Arthur should have known from the beginning. Pulling out his loaded die, he rolled. It always landed on the same number.
Four.
Smirking, he pondered if it would be a number that would be imprinted on his life.
With her.
With Ariadne.
A/N: This was my first fic I had written before the other two. Could be within the same timeline, but this poem can stand alone. I hope you enjoyed this. If not, please review anyways. Constructive Criticism is always welcome. It'll make me incredibly happy.
Just for clarification, this entire story's purpose is supposed to be choppy and open for interpretation, just like the brain takes small segments of an event and and paste them together to create a memory.
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