D is for Destiny
The board of fate is already set. The dice are loaded. The outcome has been decided.
This is what he tells her, his palms fiery hot on her bare shoulders, his quiet breath stealing her senses. He smells of anguish, of sleepless nights spent in thought.
They cannot be together. It isn't meant to be.
She captures his mouth fiercely, to stop his 'fate', his doubts, and his god-damned rationality. None of it matters to her.
Destiny isn't the be all and end all. It isn't some kind of inescapable doom.
To her, it's just another obstacle to be overcome.