As Fate Would Have It

This world can be so cruel sometimes. You all know it. You meet someone and it's... it's love at first sight. It has to be. The way their eyes shine in the sunlight, the way the ends of their mouth curl up into a smile so slowly. And then suddenly, they're gone. It's as if they were a ghost. They're gone as fast as they came, and it hurts. You feel like every second without them, without their soft voice, is a second chipping away at your heart and soul until one day you will be just as gone as they are. Even saying their name gave you goosebumps. It made you so happy to think of them, and now the thought of them led you to tears. You spent all of three months with them, and it was enough to make you fall into the deepest love you had ever known. Then, the ship sunk. Your world fell in an instant. They had to leave, and they wouldn't be coming back. The words that sent your heart into a million pieces. Those words had been said three days ago, and the wound they left in your soul still hadn't healed. You didn't think it ever would. You racked your brain for ideas on what to do. The love of your life had disappeared. It might have only been three months, but you had never felt a connection like this. You were still connected, no matter how disconnected you felt at the moment. You were tied by strings in a world where scissors didn't exist. That wouldn't change, not if you could help it. And finally, you had settled on a plan. Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. They had told you where they were going, and they pleaded with you not to look for them or follow them. You were never one to listen though. Train ticket in hand, you stepped into the once insignificant type of transportation that would soon take you to the person who showed you the purest forms of happiness imaginable. Soon, you'd be with the person you had called your soulmate so easily. You'd be with them. As the train sets off on the journey, your mind wanders. Would they be happy to see you? Or had they forgotten about you already? What would they say when you found them? You didn't bring anything with you except your now dead phone and your suitcase, so there was nothing left to do other than be alone with your thoughts. You looked down at your shoes, the ones you had bought specifically to impress your lover. You did everything with them in mind. They had become your world so fast, your everything. You couldn't help it. Of course you thought of them at every moment, how could you not? With time, you had fallen asleep. As expected, they visited your dream. They looked so stunning. Your eyes fluttered open after a while, thinking they'd be there in front of you smiling so sweetly. They weren't. You still had hours left on this train, so you let yourself drift off into slumber once again. This time, you didn't wake up until you felt the train halt. Your eyes flew open, and you knew. You made it. Paris, this was where your lover had fled off to. This is where your story with them would continue once again. Stepping off the train, you breathe fresh air. Heading out of the station, your eyes land on the night sky. You wondered for a moment, were they looking up at the sky as well? Were they thinking of you too? Right then, a taxi speeds past, serving as your reminder that you should get to a hotel and rest a while. You shuffled into a nearby shop and asked around for any nearby hotels that you could stay at, and finally found your answer thanks to the kind shopkeeper that reminded you of the mother you had left behind. As you leave to call a taxi, it rains. They loved the rain. You hated it, but because of how much they felt comforted by it you grew to love it too. A taxi car stops in front of you and you get in and give the direction of the hotel. Fifteen minutes would pass before you would arrive. You get a room for the night and head up to floor 2, room 12B. You had a long day ahead of you, so you quickly get ready to sleep. When the sun comes up the next day, you feel hungry. As much as you wanted to hurry and find your soulmate, you couldn't do it on an empty stomach. You had to eat. You leave your hotel and head to the closest bakery. And as you open the bakery doors, you see it. The tattoo that spread across the back of their leg, the dragon whose scales you counted when you could still spend each day with them. You knew in your heart it was them, it had to be. You tap their shoulder, and the face you longed for is finally before you. You can't read the expression on it, it was something like confusion and fear. As both of you step out of line, you hear the voice you missed so much. "What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here.. How'd you find me?" You explained it to them. Maybe they didn't know it as much as you thought they did. They didn't seem to know that you would've gone to the ends of the earth for them, and you did. You sit them down at a table beside the window, and you see the way their eyes looked in the sunlight. You had missed them so much, you were close to tears. You explain to them that you had to find them again. You were not going to lose them. Anyone but them. You could lose anyone but them. And this you told them, as honestly and sincerely as you could. When you finish, they look at you with sad eyes. A sad smile adorned their face. You think to yourself, maybe now they finally understand. You could never leave them, you wouldn't. Coming to Paris was the easiest decision you had ever made, because it was for them. It always was.