A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with something a little more somber but hopeful, you'll see so
Here ya go:
He found her in his usual spot smoking a cigarette. At first it irked him, why her, why now, why in his spot. But her eyes were closed as she let out a relaxed breath and he didn't feel like moving her. He made sure to make some noise while walking up to alert her to his pretense.
Her eyes opened and he was struck with a striking gray.
He made no comment and plopped beside her on the bench and got out his own cigarette. They didn't speak.
Fifteen minutes later she left. And fifteen minutes after that he did.
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She was there again a week later when he showed up after a particularly bad day. He still didn't speak but something about his body language must have tipped her off because she handed him a cigarette which he graciously accepted.
There was still a silence this time, but it seemed warmer.
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It became a somewhat usual spot for both of them and they'd end up seeing each other up to two times a week. There was never a conversation though, just a silent acceptance.
He appreciated that.
It was almost as if he wasn't lonely. He wasn't the outcast, the outlier.
Maybe she felt that way too.
Maybe they were just lonely together.
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She was there one week, just sitting and staring at the sparse scene in front of her, no cigarette. He sat next to her a bit confused and pulled out his pack. He saw her twitch at that, a slight movement of her fingers which she consciously stopped.
He understood. He put it away.
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Smoking lost its appeal after that. He knew she was trying to quit and subconsciously he had decided that he was going to join her in that.
It wasn't healthy anyway.
He saw her a whole lot more after she stopped, she would visit the spot almost every day and once he figured that out he joined her every day. It was in solidarity.
And they still never talked.
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He didn't really know her, who she was or her name, and he certainly had never heard her talk. So when a month later she finally spoke it surprised him.
Her voice was soft yet clear and it sounded a bit too good to hear. She asked him a question. One he didn't know the answer too. The reason he was lying awake in bed itching for a cigarette that he refused to have because she was quitting too.
Her voice rang in his head and he fell asleep with the question in mind,
"Do you believe in soulmates?"
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He didn't believe in much of anything to be honest. But when he saw her again, fingers tapping against her thighs to avoid reaching for a cigarette he figured he had an answer.
Her face was bathed in the orange of the setting sun, much like how it had been when he had first seen her.
"I think soulmates have the same hiding places."
It wasn't the most eloquent way of getting the thought across but she perked up at the words and offered him a smile. He really liked her smile.
He smiled back.
They continued to sit, but maybe it was a bit closer this time.
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Her name was Annabeth, that much he found out the next time, and the time after that he knew where she was going to be at six the following evening and the time after that he met her at six the following evening in a place that wasn't their spot but it was just as exciting.
For once there wasn't silence. For once there wasn't hiding. And for once there wasn't any loneliness.
Maybe they weren't lonely together, maybe they weren't lonely at all.
And maybe they didn't believe in soulmates, but they still found each other.
And maybe when he met her again, they didn't need any words because the intertwined hands and leaning on shoulders said everything.
A/N: So what did you think? Also don't smoke kids, it's not good for you, the only reason it's in here is because it fit the mood, but as you can see they quit at the end (and they're better for it). But anyway, beyond that, I was trying to just set a mood with this one, and I hope that gets across the feelings of it.
Please Review! I'd love to hear your thoughts! And as always, thanks for reading!
See ya! :)