I'm a pretty quiet person, so my silence didn't seem to faze Morpheus after exiting the building. I didn't actually talk for the next two days. I just didn't have anything to say. I think that I was worried that if I opened my mouth, something would come seeping out between my teeth. The control of speech was wriggling its way out of my hands, their grip loosened by distraction. I imagined it being something like this, "Switch, could you pass me a spork? Oh, and by the way, I'mgoingtofallinlovewiththeOne."

So unlike me. So depressing. It was impossible to have a coherent stream of thought without questions buzzing around my cerebrum, annoying insects that turned my days into a mixture of struggling to sleep at night and struggling to keep awake during the day. With a bit of tuning out in between. 'You, Trinity, will fall in love.', said the Oracle to Trinity, thus changing her life into one big 'blah blah blah.'

That is, until we finally located him in the Matrix.

In hindsight, can anyone pinpoint the day that turned fate? I don't think so. But we could, Morpheus and I. Granted, he believed before I did. But when I found myself at his door, his unplugged body passed out on the cot, my hands itching to stroke his cheek, my lips swelling in anticipation for something that they couldn't taste, I started to believe as Morpheus did; that fate had come smacking into our windshield the day that we found Neo's apartment.

Ok, I've picked up this story again. Love it? Like it? Hate it? I'm really having a ball writing this so it's no problem to get some constructive criticism. I've been studying for exams so I've really not had any time to devote myself to longer pieces of writing..shame really.This will go on to tell the story from Trin's perspective- an N/T romance thing about the beginning of their relationship. Awww. Love it. Hope you're enjoying it! ~Bisse~