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Reunited
It was his first day of college. It was the first day of the rest of his life, or whatever his parents had told him. He didn't know; he hadn't been paying attention. All he knew was that he wasn't supposed to be here alone. No, she was supposed to have gone to college with him.
They had planned to go to the same college, to spend their first years as adults together. They had planned to find a flat they could share and go to school together. They had planned to study similar things, things they both enjoyed.
They had made plans to spend their lives together, but she was gone.
He didn't know where she was. The only contact he had had with her in the last year had been a letter, given to him by his roommate. In it she told him it was time to move on, but he couldn't move on. She was the only girl he would ever love. Sure, he had thought that maybe he could find someone else, but no one filled the hole in his heart.
The hole she left him.
It was her first day of college. The first day of the rest of her life, or whatever her grandmother had told her. She didn't know; she hadn't been paying attention. All she knew was that she wasn't supposed to be here alone. No, he was supposed to have gone to college with her.
They had planned to study the same subjects together. They had planned to rent an apartment together. They had planned to go to the same college together. They had planned to spend their lives together.
They had made plans together, but she had left him.
She had left him to save him. She left him with nothing but a letter to explain her absence, telling him he needed to move on. She had cried for days after making sure he would get the letter, knowing that he would move on. She had tried to do the same, but she couldn't. No one could fill the hole left in her heart.
The hole she created by sending him away.
It was the end of his first week of college. He was alone, vacant, sad. No one was there for him to talk to; no one was there for him to laugh with. He didn't have anyone.
He set out his routine within the first few days. He went to his morning classes, then to the park to study, to his afternoon classes, and then back to his flat, alone. Every day he did the same thing, not bothering to differ from his path. A routine was a good thing; it kept him from sinking into depression.
He had no one here. His friends were spread out across the globe, his family hours away. He sat in the park and watched the happy people, envying them. They had friends and family they could talk to. They had loved ones that were close to them. He had no one.
It was the end of her first week of college. She was alone, sad, empty. No one was there to talk to her; no one was there to laugh with her. She didn't have anyone.
She set out her routine within a few days of her arrival. She went to her morning classes, then to the park for lunch, to her afternoon classes, and then back to her lonesome apartment. Every day was the same, and she preferred it that way. If everything was the same then she didn't have to think. If she didn't have to think then she couldn't sink into despair like she wanted.
She had no one here. She didn't know where her friends had decided to go, and her grandmother was across the ocean. She sat in the park with her book to her face, ignoring the happy people. She envied them. They had their loved ones close. She had no one.
His second week of college passed much the same as his first. His routine never changed, despite the rain storm they had had earlier that week. Now he was in the park, waiting until he needed to be in his next class. A sad sigh came from him. He didn't want to be alone anymore.
Then he saw it. A glimpse of light brown hair, as familiar a shade as his own. No, it wasn't her; she was far away from here, back with her gran. She wasn't here, as much as he would like to think so. But as he left the bright park, the image of the girl he saw from a distance stuck with him.
Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't alone anymore.
Her second week of college passed much the same as the first. Her path never changed, keeping her occupied with what was in front of her. Not even the rain had kept her from following her set-in path. She was back in the park, reading her textbook the next bright day. A soft, sad sigh came from her. She was tired of being alone.
Then she saw it. A glimpse of dark brown hair, as familiar to her as her own. No, it wasn't him; he was off somewhere else, having the time of his life. Why would he be here, where they had decided to go together? He had moved on; she made sure of it. But as she left for her next class, the image of the boy she saw from a distance stuck with her.
Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't be alone anymore.
Every day, he kept a watchful eye on the park. He wanted so desperately to believe that it was her, that she had come back. He needed to see her, just one more time, to know she was okay. Maybe if he saw her again, he would feel better.
Maybe if he saw her again, she would stay.
Every day, she looked out over the top of her textbook and searched for the boy she had seen. She desperately wanted to believe that it was him, that he had come. She needed to see him, just once more, to know that he was fine. Maybe if she saw him, she would feel well again.
Maybe if she saw him, he would stay.
He saw the girl every day that week. She was always looking out over the top of her book, but he was never able to see her face. He hoped and prayed that it was her, that this wasn't some cruel joke the universe was playing on him. Maybe one day he would gather enough courage to go over and see if it was her.
But if it wasn't her, then he knew he wouldn't be able to survive the pain. He knew that he would sink so far into depression that he wouldn't be able to climb out again. He was a coward, and he knew it. He wouldn't go over for fear it wasn't her.
She saw the boy every day. He was always at the park, under the huge oak in the center, but she was never able to see his face clearly. She wished and dreamed that it was him, that this wasn't just some cruel trick being pulled on her. Maybe one day soon she could gather up enough courage to walk over to the boy and see if it was him.
But if it wasn't him, she knew that she would never be able to survive the let down. She knew that she would fall so deep into despair that she would never again see the light. She was a coward. She wouldn't go over to the boy for fear that it wouldn't be him.
Three weeks had passed since he first saw the girl who reminded him of her. It was the brightest day they had had in weeks, giving him the courage he needed. He differed from his routine for the first time ever, making his way to the picnic tables instead of his tree.
He sat down at the table the girl sat at every day and waited. The ghost of a smile was on his face as he thought about who he might see. Maybe the girl he had noticed was her, the one who had stolen his heart three years ago. He prayed to whatever gods there may have been that he was right, that she was here.
If she was here, then maybe she would stay.
Three weeks had passed since she first saw the boy that reminded her of him. The day was the most beautiful one they had had in weeks, granting her the courage she needed. She strayed from her path for the first time ever and made her way to the huge oak tree instead of her private picnic table.
She leaned against the tree, the barest hint of a smile on her face. Maybe the boy who had caught her eye was him, the one who had claimed her heart three years ago. She wished with all her heart that she was right, that he was here.
If he was here, then maybe he would stay.
Neither of them noticed that the other had taken their place, hoping to see them one more time. All they knew was that they were alone again, after spending so much time hoping and wishing that they were right. They both thought that they were wrong, that the one they loved had never been there at all.
They didn't know that the other was looking for them.
She was crying. She rarely cried in public, but her eyes were permanently red-rimmed and wet. No one commented on it; no one cared. They didn't bother to ask if she was okay, if something was wrong. That just made her cry all the harder. When she had been with him, back when she still had her friends and everything was fine, he would have asked if she was okay. He would have cared. He would have hugged her and told her it was alright.
But he wasn't here. He was off somewhere else, having gotten over her like one would get over a favorite book. And it was all her fault. She had told him to move on, and this proved he had.
As tears started to pour down her face in a steady stream, a hand was placed on her shoulder.
He heard someone crying that day in the park. Why would someone be crying today of all days? It was a beautiful day, with birds chirping and children having fun with their parents. He may have been about to cry himself, but there was no obvious reason for anyone else to be crying. He knew something had to be wrong, and he wanted to help.
Helping someone might help him out of the depression he had sunk into when he went to find her a week ago. It might even help him with his haunting memories of her that plagued him everywhere he went. Everything reminded him of her.
He slowly made his way away from his tree and over to the picnic tables. A girl was crying, her head bent so he couldn't see her face. The girl's light brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, the same way hers had been the first time he had ever seen her cry. He didn't know what to do, so he rested a hand on the girl's shoulder.
When the girl looked up, he gasped, the sound echoed by the crying girl. It was her!
She raised her head and gasped, the sound echoed by the boy standing in front of her. It was him!
"Fabian?" she whispered, staring at him with wide eyes.
Shock was written all over his face. "Nina?"
The two smiled, the first real smile either of them had had in months. Without another word, she reached up and pulled him into a tight embrace. He whispered her name, the name he hadn't allowed himself to even think. Nina.
She whispered his name, too. The one name that had been her torment had now changed to the name that gave her hope. Fabian. Neither of them could believe that they were together again after all this time, after more than a year of silence between them.
It was a wish come true, a miracle performed by the gods. It was what they both had never thought would happen. They were together again, and now there was nothing that could tear them apart.
As they both pulled back to look at the other, happiness rose in their hearts for the first time in a long time. She looked at him, and he looked at her, love and adoration in both their eyes. Too many words had gone unspoken for so long, but neither could bring themselves to speak.
Instead, they leaned close and expressed their feelings in a kiss.
It was sweet, soft, and lovely. It was filled with hope, joy, and the leftover trails of sadness that had plagued both of them. Their despair was quickly vanishing as they came to the realization that their one true love was standing right there with them. They both knew that there was only one person for them, and now they had found them again.
Now that they were reunited, nothing could tear them apart.
Aw! An angst-filled Fabina reunion. Did you like it? I thought that maybe this actually could happen. I mean, if they both planned to go to the same college, then maybe they would assume that the other had decided to go somewhere else? And I know that I basically copied most of it for both of them, but they're so similar that I think that they would react the same way. Anyway, thanks for reading!
~C