Chapter 2
You claim it's not in the cards,
Fate is pulling you miles away
And out of reach from me.
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It felt hopeless sometimes, to persist in something that seemed to be no more than a blissful, far-away dream. More than once, she wondered if it was all worth it. He was so close- literally right in front of her- and yet, he seemed miles away. In a world all by himself, in a world where she seemed not to have a part other than that of a good friend.
I'm right behind you, the thoughts would circle around her mind in frustration. Just look back. Look behind. Turn around and notice me.
But when he did, he seemed to see right through her, as if she was no more than a wisp of air.
Was it some fault of hers? Was she not doing enough?
Would she ever be enough?
Her tone was gentle, apologetic even, but it grated harshly, abrasively, on his ears. I'm sorry, there's someone else.
It was in times like these, after receiving her gentle brush-offs, that he would wonder bitterly what exactly what he was doing wrong. That how, inspite of being partners in a sense, they could never be partners in the way he so desperately wanted them to.
The bright red fluttering of her ribbons in the wind seemed to be mocking him. The red threads of fate, which he had so hopelessly believed in, now seemed to be leading her in the opposite direction.
Away from him.