Exactly what the super creative title says. It's a drabble first written on a couple of sheets of paper, way past midnight while listening to distant traffic so please excuse the randomness of it (content and punctuation.) The quote in the beginning is from the movie The Thin Red Line, and I swear, I've never in my life heard or read anything as beautiful.

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Drabble #1

"If I never meet you in this life, let me feel the lack; a glance from your eyes and my life will be yours."

So we'll chase each other across a million warped and jangled galaxies, never really knowing just what the hell we're trying to find. Hey, it's that shadow – or is it light? – we are trying to grasp; it'll make sense soon enough, we know it always will. But I still feel as much in control as it feels to drift in an underwater current, blindfolded, hands searching here and there to find it: another set of hands.

You don't want to hear it, I know, but we won't always make it. In a life here, in a life there, the chance will slip away, we'll screw it up and we'll have to wait to start this hanging, floating, spinning freefall all over again. Sometimes it's time up! before we can find each other and, as per usual, the Universe is a Bitch so we'll know just what got away. And then our little, feeble hearts we worked so hard for will break. That's when it's cruel, that's when we scream but in opposite directions.

But the Good Times really are the Best Times.

Damn good luck to run out of gas on that precise dirt road.

Lucky to walk in on a stranger in the coffee shop restroom.

Thank god my flight was cancelled.

Count to eight, count to thirteen; it's the only advice we will ever need.

After that very first and downright disastrous time Fate owes us royally, owes us –

Want me to say something that'll make you stammer and blush, short stuff? 'Cause I'll let it spill anyway.

Your gaze is bullets, your touch is fire and you – just you – are my resting place. My irresistible rattlesnake. My fucking lollipops and clouds and sunshine, if I don't answer your call, it's because I can't get enough of how right my name sounds as you say it.

It's always different but nothing's changed, has it, we'll keep on meeting again: a world without the other could never work (I know you feel it, too.) An existence without Blue Eyes Blonde Hair, that's like a three-legged horse, that's hopeless. The towns would all be nameless; the streets aimless, each with two dead ends.

I'll say girly shit again: it's begun to seem there are no me and you. There's only us, kid.

So now that the twilight is setting over yet another drowsy town, you'll soon lean into my side after yet another crazy chance, and I'll say something like – or maybe you'll say:

"Let's make this one count."

Roxas, sure we will.