Her eyes caught those of a stranger's, and she ran up to him. She had already been running up to him. Her breath came in pants as she stood before him, staring up at him. He looked down on her, as if she were disgusting. She was used to those stares, so it didn't bother her. She was an average human being, she knew. He wasn't.
It was silent, neither speaking to the other, just staring. Her breath calmed, and she resisted the urge to reach out, to see if the man standing before her was real. He wasn't. He was. It didn't matter to her. She didn't dare try forcing it to matter.
Others looked at them weirdly. They were just standing there, staring deep into the other's eyes. It wasn't with a smile, like couples did, no. They were blank slates, gazing into the other's soul as much as they wanted to. They were just standing there, on the sidewalk, cars and people passing them regularly.
Emerald green, chocolate brown, their eyes didn't move from the other's. Neither knew what the feeling that passed between them was, but both knew that the feeling was on the darker side. Hatred? Hurt? Need? Loneliness? They didn't know, but it broke the moment.
The man slowly smiled. Not a good smile, or even a nice one, but an insane, unhinged smile. She knew, then, that he had looked into her mind, had seen her experiences. Just as he knew that she could tell what type of person he was, even though neither of them spoke. She could tell him his entire backstory, just from looking in his eyes. He could repeat her entire life back at her, just from magically intruding upon her thoughts.
She had no magic in her, and yet she seemed to understand him more than anyone else has. They haven't said a word to each other, haven't looked away from the other, haven't moved from the positions they had been in for the past few minutes.
Suddenly, without warning, she turned from him. She was leaving, and he knew that if he let her go, he'd never see her again. He didn't move, didn't speak, his eyes followed her figure as she walked away, and he turned to go back to what he was doing as well. The moment was over. They both knew the other, knew that they'd get along well, and they walked away. Neither cared for the other, neither had even spoken to the other. They didn't know the other's voice, didn't know what had happened.
Both hoped to meet the other again, one day. Both knew that they'd never see the other again. The other was too different, lived in an entirely different world from them. She knew she'd never be accepted by him, even if they had spoken. He knew he'd been accepted and forgiven by her, even though they had never spoken. Both knew that if they ever saw one another again, that one of them would be dead, and the living one would be standing above the dead one, staring at the person they had never met. That they never would meet. Unless…
Neither realized what they were doing before it was too late, and they were once again a few feet apart, staring at the other. Something changed, something shifted, and they were breathlessly looking at each other.
This time it was the woman who smiled. Not a good smile, or even a nice one, but a broken, sad smile. They shook hands, nodding at the other. Then they walked away, having said their goodbye that they couldn't leave without.
They were never supposed to meet. They were never supposed to understand the other. They were never supposed to smile at the other. They were never supposed to fall in love. They were never meant to die at the same time.