Its easier to fall in love when the sun sets down.
Cliche, way too cheesy for someone who had just proved herself wrong.
She could feel the ocean breeze swiping off her back, carrying strands of her untied hair to her face, but she seemed not to care. Be free, her mind quietly said.
Everything was orange before it turned to dark, it felt like the dusk was doing its magical duty before its asked to be gone again. So, she took her time; admiring the beauty she had been beholding for the past 3 days without any sign of blase.
But, no, she could tell.
She could tell that it was not really the dusk. That it was not the tranquility the ocean breeze brought to.
It was him, she could tell. It was not even a silhouette. It was him.
And she thought he should stop looking at her that way, because every time he did, she felt like drowning. More like being suffocated by the future that would never have a time for them.
But he kept looking at her, that way. And she could tell that his dark eyes were too dreamy for such gaze that she knew she would never see it again after they're done there.
"Do you believe in coincidence?"
I never believed it until these past three days.
"Once, i think."
"It feels like you happen to be my favorite coincidence."
Now I wish theres no such word as coincidence.
She smiled in an utter bitterness. How did we get here? was a question that kept emerging out in her mind and would be forever unsaid, forever unanswered.