I was reading the novel How I Met Myself and this popped into my mind. From the novel by David A. Hill :) The first chapter is going to be very short. Hope it's okay :)
A Strange Meeting
Eliot was walking home from his office one December evening. It was a Monday. The weather was very cold, about -15 degree Celsius, and there were some low clouds around the tops of the buildings. There were little snow on the streets.
Once he'd left the main road, there weren't many people in the streets of Boston. Everything was very quiet. Silence. There weren't many cars either. He wonders why. It felt as if the city was waiting for something.
As he walked along the streets, he thought about what had happened at work. He had argued with one of the people he worked with. It was the first serious problem he have ever had with the team. They don't normally argue with each other. He was trying to think what to do about it.
After about five minutes it started to snow heavily, so that the streets were soon completely white. Snow was all over the place.
As he was walking along a very dark part of one street, there was the noise of a door shutting loudly inside a building. Then he heard the sound of someone running. Suddenly, the street door opened and a man came out of it and ran straight into him.
He fell over into the snow, shouting something like "Hey, watch where ya goin'!" - his words were loud in the empty street. He brushed some of the snow off his face and looked up.
The man in the black coat who ran into Eliot turned back to look at him for a moment. "Sorry," the man said very quietly, before running away.
Long-haired, blue eyes.
Whoa. What Eliot saw at that moment, in that dark winter street was very strange, and he felt very confused. Because what he saw was himself. His face looking down at him. His mouth saying sorry.